The wind

The wind snarled around the house all last night, a symphony of discordance. It blows through the cracks making the curtains sway despite the foot thick walls.

This is the third day of the Tramantance making those days just last week of sitting outside in a café or that wonderful meal on a terrace in the mountains seem like a hallucination. On the other hand, in this early Lionesque March weather, there is something joyful about flannel PJ’s and snuggling under the covers with a book. Usually the wind lasts 3, 6, or 9 days. A demain I hope it will be over In the meanwhile I sit and write listening to the constant wind, much as I would listen to music, except if it is the radio or a CD I can change the station or disk.