The wind all night.
An unhappy stranger at the window. A long blow. So we're told of storms in the west; the wind howls as much. It will be cold. It will be cold again. We set our jaw with determination. You don't know what you've got yourself into.
Oh how the wind carries on out there.
I see snow in the air when I step outside. There is some accumulating in a small thinness. The pond has a sullen, cold look to it; the sky is not much more pleasant. Wind gusts of 60 mph are promised.
The wind blows the car around on the road. It is a big bluster. There is a dance of snow on the road in front of me, like a breath in cold air - there, then it's gone. The battle between darkness and light takes place in the clouds today. It is a mighty struggle.
Ah, but to remember the snow storm and biting cold of 2001 is to marvel at the milder 2007, is it not?
Posted by: poor_mad_peter | October 25, 2007 at 05:41 PM
You're right, Peter. And I've noticed that by keeping this Morning Drive Journal, I am able to compare winter to winter across a range of years, which is enlightening at times.
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 26, 2007 at 09:32 AM