September Sound

Thursay, November 2003, September Sound, Texas

It was a cool fall day in North Houston, Texas, a cold wind was pushing down in front of a Canadian weather system. It would soon result in a drop in the temperatures, that October’s unusual ‘highs’ in particular, as the wind passed over Lake Conroe, cooling its waters. It was a relief, in a way, as the closing days of summer and early fall had been exceedingly hot and the change was more than welcome.  There was not a cloud to be seen and the sky was a brilliant blue.

“I know it’s still reasonably warm, but the water’s pretty choppy for old Norm to be out there fishing” remarked Marie Hunt to her husband all the time pointing at the cabin cruiser out at a bend in the widest part of the lake. “Even so, it’s got to be pretty rough” watching the boat bob in the turbulent water. The lake all the same was beautiful, even though the water was choppy. The large pines looked greener than usual as they all came down to the lakeside. There were areas between the trees that dotted the green expanse around the lake where there were small communities and large houses, some with their own piers. Boats of all sizes were tightly lashed to the piers to protect them from the winds. Some even had barn like edifices in which the boats were moored for protection.

“The old bastard doesn’t have enough sense to get out of the lake, even when he should,” replied her husband, derisively, “maybe the wind and water will swamp him.”

“You don’t mean that, Doug” chided his wife, followed by a grunt from her walking companion as they finished their afternoon “constitutional”, a word they used to describe their regular afternoon two mile walk.