'05 Eye of the Storm

Writing  a Kafka diary or recording events as literary kernels  in 
a  Samuel  Butler  notebook I have to consider the  name  to  file
under.  Struggling with the great hurricane,  I settle on "'05 Eye
of the Storm,"  but I'm unsure how this will file as Explorer  and
my  graphics  program don't resolve file names in a  like  manner.
There  also  may  be  differences between  versions  of  the  same
program.  Further,  the OpSys itself probably contributes its  own
filing algorithms and I use both Windows98 and XP.

The  authors I'm imitating have no such problems as they write  in
blank  notebooks.   Their  experience  is  more  challenging   and     
beautiful as words flow directly to the pen and are fixed forever.
Minor changes affect legibility however and extensive  correcting,
expanding,  rearranging and polishing require an  entire  rewrite.
Thoreau,  an  artist  in prose,  regularly  recopies  his  Journal
entries.  As a boy I write a naive longhand in a black composition
book, with occasionally a fair copy later on in the same volume. I
also type stuff, not composing, but for a final version,  xeroxing
it for a reading or submission.

I live on Star Island a low atoll in  an  ocean.  On one side huge
rocks  in a jumble  meet  the waters  contributing a rough  gurgle
to the sounds the surf makes as it advances, breaks,  and recedes.
A flat shelf of stone extends above with standing pools from waves
that  crash  over.  Seagulls are occasionally  spotted  aloft  but
mainland is far and the place is otherwise devoid of animal life. 

I am at a shallow marsh with low grass and open water. The view is
distant,  flat  and  unbroken except for  a  sizeable  hummock.  A
brackish  flow  fills the interstices in  the  tangled  foundation
supplying  oxygen  and  nutrients  to  primitive  life  forms.   A
favorite place, I consider building here a home of seclusion.  The
construction  difficulties  and aversion to spoiling  the  natural 
beauty both weigh in related deliberations that go on for years.

We've  already had a taste of the storm and many  have  evacuated.
The German boat is the last to leave.  For days the air is  still,
the eye of the storm. I worry as it's open and the full force will
be  felt at ground level.  The first blast comes as a surprise.  I
grab  at the door handle and get inside with the  windows  closed.
The vehicle shudders. Air inside is still while outside trees bend
and loose objects fly through it.

Searching the shortwave government channel I get only crackle  and
then an energy spike that crashes the speaker cone. When I finally
catch  the signal it's hard to make out.  Weather central   Rimini
bearing  special  report  on a scale  white  face  hundred  meters
generating  high winds supertsunami best forecast  minutes  expert
advance force sighted an immense wall of mud and crushed coral.

2/20/10 Portsmouth NH