If this was 2007, I would justify this kinda post by saying I wanted to let you know that I'm still alive. But, let's be real. You've seen enough of my tweets and tumbls to know that I haven't gone anywhere. With all the internet places we have to frequent, a real proper blog (which this mess aspires to be) has become secondary for most people.
But yes, I sure have let my goal (posting once a week throughout 2013) slide. Like, really, really far. And on top of that, I have fallen back on the classic fall-back "post about not posting more" far too often.
I'm doing it right now, if you couldn't tell.
So, let's see if I can muster up some actual content.
Hmm.
Well. Speaking of being not dead, there is currently a ridiculous windstorm raging outside my window. I can hear trees being whipped back and forth, bending impossibly far without breaking. Yet.
It's the kind of storm that can make a bed feel more cozy, light feel more comforting, and sleep come more easily. In case I've neglected to mention it here before: I love the wind. It's hands down my favourite weather condition. There is something so refreshing and exciting about a windy day (or a windy night). Maybe its the uncertainty about what nature will throw at us next. Maybe its the potential for imagination; to pretend we are flying through the sky, or through a vortex to a different universe.
Where I live, wind is never really a threat. The weather that manages to scare us is usually ice - that's what takes down trees, cuts out power, and makes roads impassible. Thunderstorms do some damage too, in the summer. But wind itself is nothing - wind is excitement, thrill, and maybe a branch or two landing in your yard.
Earlier this evening, I heard that tornadoes had caused multiple deaths in the States. That's one weather feature I'm not usually concerned about up here, but it's always a possibility. A distant, but rather scary, possibility.
The thing is, tornadoes don't make my wind any less wonderful. Maybe that makes me a terrible person. But nature throws a lot of stuff our way, and most of it could probably kill us, if we were in the wrong place at the wrong time. We revel in the natural world because it gets at something essential inside us - and we can't shy away, or shut it out, just because it is double-sidedly dangerous.
Goodnight, bloglings
