Thursday, February 28, 2013


There are storms that are romantic. Dark and stormy nights spend safe and sound in a room with a view, a fireplace, and someone strong to hold you. Those are not the storms that will kill you, unless you’re the first Mrs. Rochester and can’t escape the attic. Those storms are the storms we chase now and then. Optional storms. Valued-added storms. Storms that keep west-coast resorts open in the winter.

The storms that really wear you down are the smaller storms, the recurring storms, the ones that just keep hitting and hitting when you’ve not yet recovered from the previous waves. These are the storms that will drown you. Not with a roar but with a whimper.

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