In The Quarter Of The SunThe word 'lee' has been popping up in life a bit lately. Not only is this a fairly common hindsight in crossword puzzles (or 'alee' a cousin which doesn't sit too right for an unknown reason), but I'm fairly certain that the resonance stems also from some deeply latent connection with childhood readings of Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, first on the carpet at the small school and then later on my own.
It is an old word, a short word, a word for shelter from wind and weather. It connotes a passive cover, a solid thing, but not overhead. Bound up in the word as well is the thing from which one is spared: to be protected from elements raging past handspans away, carried overhead by its own power, impotent from its own strength to invade the shadow of the rock.
We get good weather for that sort of thing here. We get snowstorms, driven by wind that clouds the air and makes the near distance indistinct. We get thunderstorms, fill of wind and lightning. Sometimes, we get both at once.
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