Artist in Residence Quarantine Diaries Episode 22: The WInd Waits for No-one…

Oy vey, people. They said “high wind warning” on the weather apps. They lied. It was windapocalypse.

To backtrack – this was on thenight of January 12. Mom was staying overnight with me and the cats – and trust me, the cats knew something was up. My Little Boy was doing his best impression of a Face Hugger,lying practically on top of me on my pillow, and the Empress had her spine glued to my leg, a little lower down in the bed. And I was lying there, and listening – and outside, it was WUthering Heights. It HOWLED. I heard the occasional thud as things fell down on the deck and I just shut my eyes tight and went pleasepleasepleaseplease no trees coming down pleasepleaseplease…

At one point I heard momma padding up the corridor outside my bedroom, and I got out of bed, and went into the corridor… and at that point the power went out, and my emergency light in the kitchen, the one that comes on at power failure, blazed out and illuminated Mom’s consternated face. The cats were up, too, standing right beside me, one at each ankle, like a furry little honor guard. I had looked at the clock only a moment before – it was 1:44 AM.

Outside, it was pitch black, the rain was lashing the windows under the eaves (this doesn’t happen often…) and there was a freaking FREIGHT TRAIN going past my house, or something gave a damn good impression of doing so.

We all went back to bed – what else was there to do, after all? – but (aside from possibly the cats) nobody really slept – I know I was awake when the power came back on, somewhere close to 5 AM. And then maybe I slept a little.

I had to leave the house early the next day for an early appointment – and the roads out there were like a warzone. Tree limbs, branches, debris. Everywhere. I had to drive carefully and avoid things as best I could. It looked like that freight train had done a lot of damage.

Little did I know. I subsequently found out that the windstorm had at some point left half a million people without power, that for some of them the outage lasted more than 15 hours, for some of them it was *still going on* at the time they were communicating. I found out that in some places whole entire trees were keeling over – that in Spokane apparently they lost 130 trees in one night and they had two deaths. I found out that the wind gusts were reaching 70, 80 miles an hour that night.

One of my neighbors was scared out of bed at 3 am in pitch darkness (no power) when a large branch fell n her roof, right above her head where she lay in bed; luckily the noise was worse than the damage and the branch, inspected the next morning, was a lot smaller than she was afraid of and the roof was fine but there was still a honking great branch there for her to somehow figure out how to get oFF of the roof at some point soon. In the area where I live the roads were positively GREEN with fallen cedar debris eveyrwhere. One of the roads out of this place was closed down because of fallen trees; if it has since been reopened I haven’t heard notification of it.

Scary stuff.

So – I mean, I don’t know – how’s climate change doing where you are,,,?


About Alma Alexander

Alma Alexander's life so far has prepared her very well for her chosen career. She was born in a country which no longer exists on the maps, has lived and worked in seven countries on four continents (and in cyberspace!), has climbed mountains, dived in coral reefs, flown small planes, swum with dolphins, touched two-thousand-year-old tiles in a gate out of Babylon. She is a novelist, anthologist and short story writer who currently shares her life between the Pacific Northwest of the USA (where she lives with her husband and two cats) and the wonderful fantasy worlds of her own imagination. You can find out more about Alma on her website (, her Facebook page (, on Twitter ( or at her Patreon page (


Artist in Residence Quarantine Diaries Episode 22: The WInd Waits for No-one… — 1 Comment

  1. Alma, we’re definitely feeling the effects of climate here in our “far corner” of the Northwest — the changes are just different from, say, California. We are due for more of these rain deluges softening the ground and leading to toppled trees and landslides. And these big windstorms, sigh. Things have changed a lot since I grew up here, and I’m sure many people everywhere are saying the same. We had a huge tree fall in our yard a couple months ago, barely missing structures. Glad you were spared!