Against the Wind
February 25, 2013 § Leave a comment
I have never hated the melodious sounds of wind chimes until today. Shingles trying to fly off the roof, limbs from my neighbor’s dead trees falling on my roof and in my yard; one nearly fell on my son’s head while he was helping me outside repairing the roof and almost broke our picture window to boot. I’m not even going to mention my bike road home from work into the teeth of this monster. God ain’t loving Texas this afternoon. And I will refrain from expressing my feelings toward the Almighty at this moment. The birds aren’t very happy; not a peep from them.