bluster

This is bluster. The rain beats on the windows, and the house creaks, and the trees rising high above the house groan in the wind. I hear noises that startle me. I go to bed early - just two days ago this was 8:18 pm - so that I can make it through another day of talk and bargain and dread. The daylight lasted just a little bit longer today. I might make it. I am counting days until the Netherlands and gezellig and tea and boats on the canal, because thinking of that might keep me going through the bluster just long enough to catch that plane.