Post #279364 by Hau 'oli Tiki on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 11:21 AM

The winds got heavy enough to dump a few guys into the drink!

I thought it was poignant; sums up my thoughts on Winter's dreariness:

There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
’T is the seal, despair,—
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ’t is like the distance
On the look of death.

Emily Dickinson