When Howling Wind Becomes a Song in the Night
The winter storm blew fiercely over the mountain ridge, driving snow, bending trees, howling as it assaulted our community in the dead of night. I awoke with alarm as the wind buffeted the house. I turned on the light. Nothing. The power had gone out, probably from falling trees.
Grabbing my robe, I groped in the dark for a flashlight and shuffled my way to the living room. Plopping on the couch, I snuggled beneath a nearby blanket.
And then it happened.
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