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The memory of typhoons

In 2004, I experienced my first typhoon in a small coastal town on Japan’s main island, Honshu. I filmed myself standing in the middle of a street while everything shook and swayed around me.

All was silent and still in the eye of the storm. I couldn’t believe the winds would soon whip around me again, but they did. I howled with them when they returned. The windy days I’d loved at home were nothing compared to this.

I enjoyed my later typhoons, too, but none invigorated me the same way my my first one did.

Today, an ocean and a dozen years removed from my first typhoon, I look out my SoCal windows and see the trees thrashing in the wind. The wind rattles my home’s windows, slamming sheets of rain against them.

I don’t know what it is about the wind, but I have always loved it. I will always love it. This wind-advisory afternoon, I’ll snuggle up with my husband and my little boys, content in now … but also remembering the thrill of being one small body standing strong against ferocious winds.

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  1. February 17, 2017 at 2:23 pm

    I am glad you like the wind. I don’t. It took the siding off my house last week.

    • February 17, 2017 at 2:27 pm

      Li’l D hates it. I understand it’s destructive, and also why others loathe it … but deep inside, I just love it. Unreservedly.

  2. February 17, 2017 at 2:27 pm

    I lived in Japan from the age of 2 1/2 – 9. Typhoons were our hurricanes. Earthquakes were the norm. No one uses that verbage here in Northern Ny. I was happy to read your post.

  3. February 17, 2017 at 2:29 pm

    Regarding the wind, and storms: They used to terrify me. One of the best gifts, besides my children, that my ex-husband gave me, was the ability to embrace a storm. He would stand outside and watch a lightning storm in wonder. I have inced my way into letting a rainfall put me to sleep.

    • February 17, 2017 at 2:32 pm

      I think that’s a lovely gift. ♥

      I grew up in a very rainy town, so that the sound of rain is one of the most effective things to usher me to sleep. The wind was much less common; though some of those nearest and dearest me didn’t love it, I always did.

  4. February 17, 2017 at 5:30 pm

    This sounds beautiful. My goodness, how terrified I am of the wind. When we used to have loud, wailing sandstorms back when I lived in the middle east, I used to get the worst stomach aches. But the image of you standing in the ‘eye of the storm’, the wind whipping at everything around you, sounds so magnificent and also refreshing. Wind is refreshing. Blows your cobwebs away. I really loved the image and the feel this piece gave me 🙂

  5. February 18, 2017 at 6:00 am

    I live in hurricane country and I feel the same way!!

  6. February 18, 2017 at 6:34 am

    I love the wind and all kinds of storms! Oklahoma in October is a lovely place to be for a wind lover. Other than the loss of power (which, for us, wasn’t too bad), Hurricane Matthew was awesome.

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