"Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by."
- Christina Rossetti
5:30 am: The wind awakened me very very early this morning. Unable to resume sleep, I instead got up and read, finishing The Cruelest Month, Louise Penny's third Inspector Gamache novel. Finally!
Downstairs, I make tea, open my journal and write:
7 am: The wind has settled a lot - earlier, it howled and roared and roared and howled. A mountainous grey cloud hovers; one of the deck doors creaks; and the wind chime is going crazy, rocked to and fro by the wind. A flock of small birds is swept up by the wind and then, dropped safely on the garage roof...
- I am grateful for my warm house and the bright sun that takes a bit of the edge off the howling wind ...
- I am grateful that I do not have to venture out ...
- I am grateful for a quiet Sunday and that I have many options from which to choose ...
12:20 pm: Morning has ticked its way to now. Throughout the morning, I've read and written and read...The wind continues to gust and howl; trees sway, bend ... I, still in my jammies, debate getting dressed ...I take mental inventory of what is on tap tomorrow/this week and decide to dress, after all! And get on with the day.
Shhh! The wind has quieted down! For a moment...