The winds have begun to pick up. It feels eerie, bad. There's a warning in the wind. This is one of the worst known to the record books. Not that I read record books, but I've been told. So everyone's hearts are pounding. I live a little inland from the Bering Sea coast, but my dearest friends are on the edge. This could be a life threatening storm. It's not like a blizzard. This one is a winter hurricane. Even the crows have hidden away in the smoke houses. Chipper has snuggled into the side of our wall. Not a single animal dares to step out in this wind. Not a single human soul barely breathes. We're waiting now, in simple- scared- anticipation. My hearts always loved nature, but this is the first time it's feared it's fury.
