Night before last I went out at midnight to
see if I'd remembered to lock the car before I went
to bed. Strong cold winds were blowing from different
directions, slinging fine icy particles on the gusts that
stung my skin. It was very black outside, and the wind moaned
as it blew around the eaves.

"Whooooo, Mmmmmm," it keened as leaves tumbled and
rustled in the yard before blowing up on the carport.
Dead trees creaked in the woods behind the house as
that lonely sounding wind rushed over and through them.
Wind that sounds like that has to have a name.
Lonely and cold, they call the wind Mariah.

How cozy it felt to go in and close the door against
Mariah, to snuggle under warm quilts as she moaned
outside. Susil