Creepy Night

I take Solomon out for a walk. It's just past midnight and the weather is out of control, something that Edgar Allen Poe would appreciate. It's just really creepy out there.

This storm system is blowing through from the mid-west. The wind howls through the trees and fences. It's not too cold but blustery enough to chill the bone. It's the feeling of the night as much as the temperature that just reaches into your soul and sends a chill up and down the spine. Next thing you know, the stomach has tightened and the teeth begin to chatter.

The clouds are blacker than the night sky. Lighter grey bands set themselves apart from the blackness as they roll across the darkness in waves as if fleeing some unknown monster approaching from the west. They can't move fast enough as the roar of the monster rises to deafening proportions.

I'm standing still, facing west. The sound approaches, getting louder. It's like standing under a jet engine, the blast has come! The wave from the unseen crashes into me like an invisible punch nearly knocking me over. The wind! The wind! Chasing the clouds ever east, driving them to the sea!

Poe couldn't have painted this night. Reminiscent of late October, early November as winter begins to introduce itself again for another year. Welcome to mid-April? The wind howls. The clouds squeeze moisture as if every drop caused them pain. Not enought to call rain or even get me wet. You stand and listen as blasts of wind trespass all around you. Nevermore...