Watching the Wind

 

Waking this morning to a wind was wonderful. 

We'd left the curtain open. In our tiny flat, it was the best place for our tiny solstice bush, which we decorated yesterday but made drawing the curtain impossible.

The sky was almost white. I'm sure paint companies would come up with a name. I would choose windy white. 

A bird landed in a dancing tree but a gust caused it to fall several feet before it recovered and flew out of sight.

Each spasm of the trees was a contrast to the quiet solstice bush.

I was warm under the duvet next to Rick and Sherlock. The dog was in no rush to go out, diving under the covers.

My total contentment in the moment was even stronger than the wind.