… with the wind beating against the house, forcing it’s way in at the windows, causing doors to bang inside and things to bang and break outside.
I got up all the same at 3 o’clock, when a loud bang woke me with a start. The wind had blown the inside cover panel of a window box into the room, in the children’s bedroom.
Thank goodness they weren’t there, and it only scared me.
I didn’t fear that the house would collapse or that something really bad would happen.
I feared being on my own in the darkness, all the noise and the brute force beating against the house and making its way inside.
I was scared because I knew I was all alone, unprotected from the darkness and the raw sounds from the storm.
I wanted protection of human touch. Receiving and giving trusting protection just by being together.
What a teacher that storm was.