For two days, I’ve been listening to the wind. We had a wild storm yesterday that blew up bigger and more rabidly than anyone expected. The wind was spectacular. It made an amazing visual display out of my office windows and delivered a brutal slap in the face when I had no choice but to be out in it. Then I came home and got to hear its many voices all night long — sighing, moaning, shouting, screeching, whistling, chittering.
The storm has blown through, but the wind still has plenty to say. It woke me this morning with its steady huffing breath. And it’s still churning and howling outside my windows tonight. I’m not cold, but the sound of this wind makes me think I should be, makes me want to be wrapped in a double-thick down comforter with a cup of honey-sweet tea.
In like a lion, indeed. I see you, March.
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