The rain began as I got ready for bed, a few polite taps on the roof, a cluster of knocks as larger drops fell from the cedar in our site, released by the first gusts of the wind off the ocean. By the time I closed my book and put my head down the comforting sound of rain on the roof that makes going to sleep so easy had turned in to a modest assault on the campsite. The bus swayed under wind surges. (Driving along the coast 101 the other day we encountered a road sign that stated “Wind Gust” not “Gusts”. We wondered if there was just the one and whether we had missed it.)

 

In the dim light of early morning, I can see the storm as it continues. The moss on the trees shakes and hangs at an angle, held up by the wind. The camp more water than bare ground.

 

We’ll hunker down today with books and warm drinks, the drone of the ocean and the storm a reminder that we are fortunate to be safe and happy here as background to our comfort We are well and healthy and have each other.  Life is good on the south coast.

 

Blessings

The Road