Turns out, Boston has a negative side. It all falls back to my love of storms. (If you didn't know this fact, you do now. I love storms. Period.) The end of summer marks the beginning of hurricane season, which every year lets me down. Storms brew in the Caribbean and taunt New England, particularly the Cape, with the prospect of land fall... but to no avail. Now, I'm not saying that I dream of epic storms that wipe out entire towns, cities, and states. Obviously, Katrina was devastating and I would never wish that on any people. I do enjoy, however, the occasional gale force and deluge. Storms are magical. Laugh if you want, but can you blame me? After all, I was the child with her nose pressed to the window, counting the trees Hurricane Bob threw to the ground.
Tonight, Mother Nature's bringing a doosie named Earl. And what lies in Earl's path? Rochester... Home... Grrr. Boston will get some rain. Whoop. The city may even get some heavy gusts. Great. Honestly, it's not fair that the South Coast will get all the fun! Moving to Boston meant leaving some weather behind. It just so happens I'm learning that the hard way today. I'm not worried, though. Somehow I get the feeling Winter will make up for it. Regardless, wherever you may be, enjoy the stormy night ahead!
No comments:
Post a Comment