off for the weekend to gather with a house full of women at the cape...a wicked nor'easter came to new england on the tail of saturday...the bones of the cape house i stayed at creaked and moaned as the wind howled up from the marsh...doors slammed and windows shook...covers piled up in the beds and bodies in the house fisted themselves like chippermunks...stars hid and the crescent moon backed away...clouds were in a mad race to get over to the other side of the world...all hell broke free and halloween was a coming on the back of a crazed black stallion of coldness...rain smashed thickly against the land...tree limbs gave way and crashed to the earth...
yet the sun came in the morning...slowly...pushing the greyness away...the wind still did a wild cauldron dance but it was day...night was banished...and when the wind shook the house hard it seemed less ominous...the spirits of the house took a moment to rest from their own night of watching over us and listened to our morning chatter...tea and coffee brewed...nibbling on food began...the house full of women who gathered for the weekend were all rested and ready to do another day together...
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