I am waiting for the hurricane, Sandy, to land in DC. Rain is whipping the windows and the old red oak trees bordering our street make good use of all the elasticity they still have. Some might fall during the coming night…..
What can I do?
I find an old orange envelope to cut up, some white and black paper, my pens and colors and a sharp knife.
While working I finally understand the full meaning of all the Halloween symbols I see everywhere these days.
The ghosts, the bats with pointed teeth, the grinning pumpkins and the nasty spiders in their nets – they are of course meant to scare away any harm that might cross our way!
I am the last costumer at the post office. “Go home,'” the postman says. “I come from New Orleans, and I know about hurricanes. I close now! Go home and stay inside!”
I put my letter in the mailbox and run home clinging to my umbrella with both hands.
So Naja, look out for a purple envelope in your mailbox tomorrow. UPS might be able to deliver it to you .