In the morning my mother was talking to a neighbor about the storm that raged they said all night. The power was off for three hours, but what shook the house? What roared fiercely, and wet the ground this morning; there were leaves and limbs of trees on the roofs. And they talked about my sister, in the hospital, with some undetermined disease, and alone in bed she was shielded from such things as the storm. Attempts to avert the fear. Set solid within the walls in the hospital, with walls and rooms of crying patients between her and the storm. It could be heard they said only as a distant whisper.
22 December 1971