I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.
It is after 4am and I can't sleep. The wind is blowing so hard that my house is creaking in the most unsettling way. Whenever the wind blows really hard my windows shake a little bit and the pressure changes in my house causing the doors to make sounds like they are being pushed on. Things keep banging outside my window and the sound of wind chimes is creating an eerie soundtrack to the night. Needless to say my over-active imagination is having a field day. I keep imaging all of these horrible scenarios, listening for footsteps when I hear any noise, and wondering if my house is haunted. I contemplated waking up my sister and crawling into bed with her, but then I realized that would result in an intense amount of teasing and she has work tomorrow morning anyways. I don't know why I am such a scardey cat, but I am and always have been. I just can't seem to curb it. I am afraid of the dark and always secretly freaking out over really stupid things, for example tonight's intense [AND SCARY!!!] wind making my house do what houses do when it is windy.
As an aside- tonight was a really good night. I was reminded of why I bother to come home for break. It is good to have the group back together, even if only for a few days, and it is comforting to know that some things will never change. The song remains the same. I am having people over tomorrow since my back yard makes every one nostalgic.
Here's to old times, but also, and perhaps more importantly, here is to another year of growing up.
As an aside- tonight was a really good night. I was reminded of why I bother to come home for break. It is good to have the group back together, even if only for a few days, and it is comforting to know that some things will never change. The song remains the same. I am having people over tomorrow since my back yard makes every one nostalgic.
Here's to old times, but also, and perhaps more importantly, here is to another year of growing up.