The sky is falling
Today the rains begin. I do not think they will stop for almost six months.

They were ushered in by a tremendous wind storm in the early, dark hours of the morning. I woke up, warm and secure, to hear the breath of the earth tearing the dry leaves from the trees. The wind howled like a beast outside the window.

I could feel it creeping into the room.

When I rose, the sun was out. Deceptive and peculiar. The air was humid and the wind still whipped about. Outside the apartment, an inches thick layer of needles from the giant cedar out front covered the walkway. An old man was sweeping them up as I left for school.

"Don't study too hard!" he called after me.

Thanks. I think I won't.