August breeds sultry days and tricky breezes here in Southwest Virginia. Today, the demon wind returned after leaving us alone for almost a year. It built slowly in the searing heat of the smoggy afternoon. It was the kind of wind that slaps you in the face and is neither renewing or refreshing. It's a draining wind. It likes to play tricks, too.
My wife dismissed what she saw, because it didn't really make sense to her. We have a moderate sized deck just outside the back door of our house. On that deck we keep an older set of patio furniture. The set includes six artificially knit, green aluminum-framed seats along with a matching glass topped table. The table is guarded by a large, new dark green umbrella.
As my wife watched from the second story window, she noted a blast of furnace wind begin to push up on the umbrella. It began to lift from its base and levitate ever so slightly. My wife turned away, as I said, dismissing the importance of what she was seeing. Moments later, the umbrella was completely liberated from its table and began to fly up and away. That's when the devilish wind decided have some fun. Without warning, the wind turned off. The umbrella immediately came crashing back to earth right on top of the glass-topped patio table. The glass, shocked by the intrusion of the umbrella pole, morphed into thousands of tiny glass pieces.
My wife and I spent the last moments of light this evening picking up the pieces.
My wife dismissed what she saw, because it didn't really make sense to her. We have a moderate sized deck just outside the back door of our house. On that deck we keep an older set of patio furniture. The set includes six artificially knit, green aluminum-framed seats along with a matching glass topped table. The table is guarded by a large, new dark green umbrella.
As my wife watched from the second story window, she noted a blast of furnace wind begin to push up on the umbrella. It began to lift from its base and levitate ever so slightly. My wife turned away, as I said, dismissing the importance of what she was seeing. Moments later, the umbrella was completely liberated from its table and began to fly up and away. That's when the devilish wind decided have some fun. Without warning, the wind turned off. The umbrella immediately came crashing back to earth right on top of the glass-topped patio table. The glass, shocked by the intrusion of the umbrella pole, morphed into thousands of tiny glass pieces.
My wife and I spent the last moments of light this evening picking up the pieces.
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