the winds from the hurricane had stopped by the time he awoke.

that was as much as they got from the storm the radio spoke of every hour, on the hour. it was as much as they ever got, being as far away from the coast as they were.

he had walked up her street last night, after the sun had set, after he had clocked out from work, with the wind shaping his shirt to his body and drying out his eyes.

the screen door had been clasped shut, as it usually was when he showed up after dark. he hit the door frame with the palm of his hand, making the hook jump.

he opened the door, walked in on the porch. the wind caught the door, pulled it from his grip.