Waking The Witch Within
I suppose it was only a matter of time…
The wind howls, rattling the window panes—torrents of rain blow in all directions of the compass. Leaves, petals, seeds and unknown debris fly past the window. I'm reminded of the hurricane scene from The Wizard of Oz. A lone amber beech leaf hovers momentarily before being swept away to join her friends. I live atop a hill, and my bedroom window is six…