last night the wind kept me awake. out of the silence of the night the wind formed waves of strong blasts, loud, rattling, intense. like waves, the wind slammed against the house. it shook, it squeaked, it vibrated. and then the perfect silence embraced the house again. for a minute. or two. before the next wave of emerging sounds rattled the house. the alternation between silence and deafening wind gusts shock my soul. the night seemed to be broken in pieces like scattered glass. dreamland's doors were closed. I fished for pieces of sleep. the morning hours were hidden, the rising sunlight ever so slow. the wind is steady now.