Howling
Having arrived back home, I’m sitting in my childhood home, in one of the bedrooms I used to occupy. (Actually, all of my siblings and I have occupied all of the bedrooms at some time or another (save the Master Bedroom), as my mom would frequently come home from work and find that two had agreed to swap for whatever reason). But I digress.
It’s windy and rainy here, as Novembers often are. The wind just kicked up in such a fashion that it’s actually howling. I’m sitting here listening to it howl. I have to say it’s doing a pretty good job. It comes and go, varying in frequency, just like something you would see associated with a haunted house.
Here I am some 20-25 years and I have to admit it’s a little creepy. Doesn’t make me feel so bad for being wigged out by it when I was kid. And while, no, I won’t keep a closest light on tonight, yes, I will be listening to my iPod just the same.
