Here comes the freight train

August 1st storm

We’ve named it the freight train many years ago – that wind that comes up from the north-west. The sound it makes as it rushes through the trees and down the path carries portent – and usually brings trouble. This particular storm worked its way across the province, found its way to the Compound, and after entertaining us it struck Camrose with less entertaining results.

Mulder did OK, likely because we were all at home. He merely trembled and paced the living room floor. We lost a lot of trees, and as always fenceline. We found the letters N-E-W-S scattered at the top of the drive – the letters from our weather vane.

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