Every year, about this time, the big storms start to roll in. I'm pretty close to a large body of water here in Tacoma so we get frigid winds and rain and ice.

For the past two weeks we've had extremely blustery weather and it had been beyond chilly. As I type, the windows in the main lounge of my residence hall are flexing and rattling. It's a little scary!

(I'm also watching Ghost Hunters... so that doesn't really help.)

I'm always fascinated by the fierce beauty of this weather. A few years ago, we had such a bad wind/snow storm that the power was out for five or six days, school was canceled, and general mayhem broke loose. I would LOVE to have someone to snuggle with when it gets nasty like this, but I'm also perfectly happy to watch branches smash against the glass and fall leaves pirouetting through the darkness.

It's lovely in a terrifying way.