Sandy has begun whispering to me, rattling the shutters, blowing the hay out of the feeders, scattering the sheep to a farm corner of the field, the birds into their trees and nests. She is coming down the road, the air has turned, the sky has turned and life seems to be turning inward. I am coming, she is whispering, just close your eyes and listen to me, and I will swim over you like a flock of birds, a school of fish. You can love me, or you can hate me and fear me, it is no matter to me. I am beyond you.