glass danse

today, i woke up in a condo in sunny st. george.

that was nice.

what was not nice, however, was the noise that woke me up.

a groundskeeper was using a hedge trimmer to manicure the grass in the back of our complex. i was annoyed that he felt it necessary to use such a noisy power tool at eight in the morning.

CRACK

all of a sudden, there was a loud sound.

"andrew," said my brother gavin who was sleeping near me, "what did you do?"

andrew, our youngest brother had been dancing around the condo for about a half an hour. it's a strange phenomenon that younger kids refuse to sleep while on vacation. "i didn't do it," andrew insisted.

i decided to sit up and put on my glasses. i heard a trickling, cracking sound like rain.

there in the sliding glass door, was an enormous crack.

apparently mr. hedge trimmer had felt it necessary to pick up a rock and pitch it at the window.

even now as i am typing this, i can still hear the window cracking. i bet it shatters within an hour.