Once more the winds do blow

Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water's roar?

William Butler Yeats
"To a Child Dancing in the Wind"

This time it is Wilma that is poised to make a run for us. Local papers and newscasts anticipate what the fate of South Florida will be. This is curiously insular as there are other countries and the western shore of Florida to be concerned with first. And yet, we think on us. Even more curious is that, despite the constant onslaught of the local media's hype, the people here seem rather nonchalant about it all. Our school will be closed tomorrow and Monday, the Dolphins play tonight rather than Sunday, and the Canes won't play Georgia Tech until November, yet we go about our daily business. I was in Publix earlier, and they were fully stocked with almost everything. The shelves were still stocked with plenty of bottled water. Juice coolers are full. Bread is plentiful. The only thing that was in short supply was tuna. The shelves where there should be cans of tuna are empty. Odd.

I may put up some shutters tomorrow, at least in the back of my house (which faces west and also sports French doors). The huge tree hanging over into my yard from my neighbor's yard, its branches reaching ominously for my family room, might decide to stretch even further and poke out a few panes of glass. Then, again, I might just take out Yeats and sit in the front yard and dream of wild swans.