Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Yesterday was one of those days that began as a nice day...I remember noticing a pink cloud as I was eating breakfast. I went running and then for a walk and the day was mild, pleasant. Midday it became quite windy - at home I watched waves crash, and the wind literally howled. Until that point in time I always thought wind howling was an expression. I worried about losing power - we didn't - and when I picked up the boys from school they were quite shaken by the wind. Abbott's recess had been shortened because of it (I think fear of branches falling on the kids).
A few years ago we had a terrible windstorm in Seattle that was quite traumatic for our family and many others. The house we used to live in suffered significant damage, and we were without power for almost a week. In preschool for the following two (!) years (!), nearly every story Cal dictated to his teachers had some element of a windstorm in it.
When my boys look back on their childhood as adults, I wonder if that windstorm will stand out in their memories, though they were two and four at the time? I wonder if they will always shudder at the wind?