Storm

There is something peacful and comforting about sitting here, curled up in a blanket watching the water. I always have so much to write about the way the waves crash against the island, sending spray high into the air. the cool green color of the water that fades to a deep menacing black the further it goes out, but there is always, just on the horizon a glittering white line of sunlight where the water turns a spectacular bright blue. I love listening to the storm. The rain pounding against the windows and the roof. The wind whistling through the house, it seems to find every little crack and hole and howl through. The way the trees beat against the side of the house. I love to sit here, curled in a blanket with a hot cup of coffee and watch as the rain beats against the window in a fury.

and all the while I sit here feeling comfortable, inspired and cozy, Im watching those poor little birds who come to our feeder. Trying to fight their way through the sideways rain and strong winds to get to the little green feeder. Seeing them get whipped and tossed about in the air makes me feel a little guilty.

Who am I kidding?? Im not a Soldier! I dont take orders, I cant carry that much weight on my back, and I DONT crawl in the mud...

Someone said to me the other day, the uniforms are the colours they are for a reason, Navy is black, like the deep angry sea, Blue for the air force, like the sky, heaven, and for the army, its brown like... well.. shit