The joy of terrible weather.

Dear Self,

Today was terrible weather.

The wind was blowing, it hailed and it was often overcast.

Then it would have a break for a moment and the light was intense and unusual and beautiful.

Then it would howl and gust and pelt with rain.

Then some quiet with nothing much going on.

Then it would go wild again.

I had nothing to do but keep the fire alight and keep an eye on the weather.

I was warm and able to read books and watch the world outside the window.

So I discovered the joy of terrible weather.

Luke