I woke up to the new year with a howling outside my window. It's a blustery day up here on the Plateau. The sky is grey and the trees are swaying.The last few years living here have given me a healthy appreciation for the power of wind. I've also come to terms with it. For some reason, our little cul-de-sac seems protected from these southerly winds. I'm not as paralyzed with fear as I was one Hannukah Eve a little over a year ago.
However, a tree in my neighbor's yard still provides me with an inkling of doubt that we are safe from falling branches on our roof. I can see the tip top of it whipping in the wind through the skylight in my childrens' bathroom. It's strong though-the seemingly fragile tip rides the gusts with a vengance and won't let go.
It's grey out. It's windy. The start of a new year. I hope that the rest of January is as uneventful as today.