It’s so still and quiet here this morning that it’s eerie. The only sign of the impending storm is the cloud cover, and there is nothing unusual about that. It’s just a still grey day. But the air feels like it’s waiting. I see the slightest movement of the evergreen out the window – and now the few remaining leaves on the Norwegian Maple are starting to vibrate. It’s like the weather was waiting for me to write about it before started to do anything.
But now it’s all stopped again.
I told you, it’s eerie. The very landscape is hunkered down, waiting for impact.