It’s real spooky in our new bedroom when there’s a gale howling like it is right now.
See the branches of the very big trees in our yard swing around a lot and even if you turn your head away from the window their image is reflected on the closet doors.
It makes it feel like we’re babes lost in the woods. The trees become giant monsters from another world.
I had to get very close to Ma for comfort.
It made us think about how often trees and storms and woods and winds feature in literature.
Maybe other people felt the force and captured it in their stories.
Blessing#2635-Source of Inspiration
Booming Banter 