Current Events

Current Events Frozen pants dance stiffly to the mad beat of sapless drumsticks choreographed by a wicked whimsy of the winds baton. Birds cling tightly knowing that if the gale subsides for but a moment they will fall over, be blown like feathered fur balls on lone unchartered trips. Cats hiss in meek response to whistling whine of wind’s failed grasping at the trees. Children pick up speed as parents chase them through the cyclones of debris quick swept by nature’s crazed custodian. Hats, hang glide in mocking merriment above the tousled heads of their former captors. Skirts balloon Monroe like, fashion’s flair taking on airs. Trash can covers play Frisbee, as barrels beat steel drum staccato. This wind, this rush of Winter clearing the table, cleansing its palate, preparing us for the next course. John G. Lawless 1/25/2014