(Oops! I edited and published something quite old and thought it would retain the original date. Oh well!)
Exhausted, I lie here sleepless, listening to the wind. My thoughts drift and swirl like the sounds dancing outside my window. They say a storm is coming. Knowing this makes the wind sound different. I listen a little closer. I hear a threat and a howl. I wonder what will happen ... if we will be prepared, protected.
Nurture the fragile. Launch the bold.