Wind Whisperer

I went down to the boat on Saturday.  They were predicting gusts to 65 knots - a perfect day to get blown away.   I spent the morning replacing the last of the old reading lamps with the newer frosted glass lamps.  Soldering wires, drilling holes, driving screws, I kept an eye on the wind speed while I worked, taking a peek whenever the din outside rallied in ferocity.  Sometime around 5 when the shrouds started to howl, I figured it was time to take advantage of the front row seats.  I carried up a folding cushion and settled in to watch the cacophony.   The Fury of flogging tarps on the Aurora bridge added to a thousand banging halyards.  Over all the percusion, the wind sang a keening, wailing anthem.  I sat and watched in silence, a whisperer in its midst.