Interrupted by Windy Gusts

As I sat reading the first few pages of my new book, "Breakable You" by Brian Morton, I was interrupted by a fiercely, gusting winds draping the white pages with the shadows of the dark, gray clouds that collided much too quickly, erasing the sun from the sky. The shushing of the wind amongst the differently sized and shaped trees told one to seek protection. I watched as a tiny, bright gold leaf swarmed around the tree from which it'd fallen with such vigor that it was unable to land.

The water from the lake that had, all afternoon, sat perfectly still and translucent now seemed to be spread at the top in all directions by the unforgiving wind, creating the dull gray color of an endless winter. It was as though a boulder had been thrown into the center of a large mirror and the million little shards had flown in every direction. The rain drops started falling steadily into a downpour, breaking the opaqueness of lake with little bubbles, allowing me to restore my breath.

Now as the wind has stilled once again and the rain falls evenly all our us, I am compelled to resume my reading, unable to do so, lured by the renewal from above.