It is wonderfully stormy here today. The wind is roaring through the trees, sending loose leaves and pine needles spitting angrily throughout the air. Every once in awhile I hear a loud boom...either a little thunder, or my roof is buckling under the gusts. The ocean is dancing dangerously...and the color is an almost charcoal gray. My favorite look of the ocean so far. The only thing this day lacks is a fire in the fireplace, though with Chris at work, I'd be the only one keeping watch over Cannon's tender hands.