A LIGHT BREEZE PLAYED OVER MY UPTURNED HOOK OF A NOSE. AS I PONDERED THE EFFECT OF THE MASSIVE STORM TO COME ON THE MARKET VALUE OF MY "FENCO" FENCE POST STOCK OPTIONS ("FENCO, THE FENCE POST THAT WILL STAND LONG AFTER YOU DO NOT") I COULD NOT HELP BUT FEEL THAT MY CALCULATIONS YIELDED A CERTAIN LEVITY TO THE COUNTRYSIDE THAT I HAD NEVER BEEN CONSCIOUS OF BEFORE. AFTER ALL, THE CONTINUING INTEGRITY OF MY ESTATE WAS WELL INSURED BY MY EXISTENCE. AS LONG AS I LIVED ON, IT WOULD BE RENEWED. THE TREES, THE GRASS, THE SKY, HOWEVER, WOULD CHANGE AND THEY WOULD NOT LIKELY BE THE SAME AGAIN. THE MARKET WOULD CHANGE, BUT THAT WAS NORMAL. I WAS COMFORTABLE WITH THAT KIND OF CHANGE. STILL, THE CONTRAST FED A SUDDEN OVERWHELMING UNCERTAINTY. THE CLOUDS DRIFTED BY OVERHEAD, AS IF SEEKING ESCAPE FROM THE DARKENING HORIZON. MY SOMBER AND DISTINCTLY UNINVITED DELIBERATIONS FINALLY BEGAN TO UNSETTLE ME; I FINGERED MY MONOCLE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TUCKING MY LONG EMPTIED PIPE AWAY AND HEADING INDOORS.
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