It’s all about the wind. Wind everywhere, banging, creaking, sweeping the parking lot. Wind aloft, bending trees roaring on the ridgetop. 35, a steep climb down from yesterday’s 70, and more degrees to lose by the weekend. I don’t know if it’s February again, but it sure feels like March. Clear to the north and south, cloudy here in the middle of things.
Float
Float
Float
It’s all about the wind. Wind everywhere, banging, creaking, sweeping the parking lot. Wind aloft, bending trees roaring on the ridgetop. 35, a steep climb down from yesterday’s 70, and more degrees to lose by the weekend. I don’t know if it’s February again, but it sure feels like March. Clear to the north and south, cloudy here in the middle of things.