Gigi Thibodeau
Storm Dreams
The wind raged and the rain lashed at the clapboards of our little house last night. A fleeting thought flashed through my mind in the moment before drifting off: the giant white pine in the yard--a crack splitting the dark, and a rush of air and limbs as the great god of all trees fell. I'd had a vision like this once before, when we lived on an island a few feet from shore. One night during a storm, my mind's eye had seen the waves bounding up over the rocks and carrying us away, cats and house and all . . .
More over on the blog: themagpiesfancy.blogspot.com/2015/01/storm-dreams.html
Storm Dreams
The wind raged and the rain lashed at the clapboards of our little house last night. A fleeting thought flashed through my mind in the moment before drifting off: the giant white pine in the yard--a crack splitting the dark, and a rush of air and limbs as the great god of all trees fell. I'd had a vision like this once before, when we lived on an island a few feet from shore. One night during a storm, my mind's eye had seen the waves bounding up over the rocks and carrying us away, cats and house and all . . .
More over on the blog: themagpiesfancy.blogspot.com/2015/01/storm-dreams.html