weather wind
Mar. 28th, 2006 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321A wind agitates the tops of trees. They wuther hither and thither. Those with foliage make a rushing, rustling sound, and the individual leaves shake in the sun. From the back of the garden, I hear the wild intermittent sound of metal wind chimes.
Grey-and-white clouds move overhead from left to right, like herds of thoughts. They carry with them torn patches of bright blue sky.
We have turned the heating off. There are yellow daffodils in the flower bed. Sparrows seem to have become extinct in towns.
It is a blowzy sort of day.
Grey-and-white clouds move overhead from left to right, like herds of thoughts. They carry with them torn patches of bright blue sky.
We have turned the heating off. There are yellow daffodils in the flower bed. Sparrows seem to have become extinct in towns.
It is a blowzy sort of day.