After a night of high winds, whistling windows and creaking rafters – the morning is sunny and bright although the wind is still gusting over sixty miles per hour. There are amazing clouds scudding across the sky and the sea is covered in white horses.
It’s hard to stand against the strongest gusts and even the simplest job outside becomes something of a major undertaking. Spending time looking at the clouds reminds me of Joni Mitchell’s lyrics:
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way