it's coming...

There's a sense of impending, well not quite doom exactly, but something. The walking trail and beach are deserted. The rocks are covered with seagulls, complaining that the barometer is dropping. (My skull bones and migraine-brain feel it too). The first push of surf and clouds are coming on shore, and the trees are beginning to toss with the wind. I hurried along my familiar mile, glad for knit vest, hat and mitts. Home now, taking a break from knitting the BFF sock, there's a cozy fire crackling in the fireplace, hot orchid oolong tea in hand. As the first drops of rain pattered on the roof, all three cats came blasting in through the cat door, less delighted than I am for the much-needed rain. Oh, you poor things. You'll have to be consoled with tuna for dinner and a spot by the fire.