It was a very long and restless night. The third storm in this series this week packed a punch with winds that wouldn’t let up. The house shook, the windows rattled, trees groaned. Unable to sleep, I kept a watchful eye on the creaking ceiling, wondering if any of our solar panels would crash through. At the times when the wind seemed to run out of steam, the rain would pick the slack, and so this relay of sorts went back and forth for the better part of the night and morning. With so many trees aflutter and electrical lines lashed about the side of the house, I am surprised we didn’t lose any power – nor did we spring any new leaks in the roof.
Then, around 10 o’clock in the morning, or around that time, it seems, the lead-lidded skies started to crack open and the layers of clouds begun to peel back one layer at a time. In less than an hour, we went from the overhang of the menacing skies of these series of storms to sunshine and the happy blues of clear horizons.
Once I got outside and headed for a walk, it came as such a surprise to see just how many dogs there are in Marin. There they were, some on leashes, others running free, big and small, but all with tails wagging – probably in the wake of relief … and not just at the sudden change in weather, or so I assume.