winter winds

Wow, what a howl. The winter winds were howling like some scene from a cheesy horror flick, and they went on and on all night long. Low howls from the wind curling around the walls, high-pitched whistles as it blows past the window sill cracks, whorls blowing over the chimney playing it like a beer bottle, and more. I'd never heard anything like it before moving here, but it's becoming fairly routine now. This time it persisted for about four days. It keeps Xan awake at night, but i just feel even more secure, all snuggled and protected from the elements. It can huff and puff all it wants, it isn't going to blow my house down, being made of brick and stone.

The occasional patches of rain sounded like sand hitting the windows. I haven't tried walking in that yet, but i'm pretty sure it won't crack my top ten list of favourite types of rain...

I have, however, had to walk against the wind on some mornings. It isn't too bad, really, provided you have solid footing, and put your shoulder into it. Of course, that makes it trickier to dodge the flying debris from construction sites. [You might think i'm exaggerating -- unless you're from here, in which case you might think i'm using understatement just to be funny.]