I was listening to the radio early this morning. They were talking about St Kilda. At one point they commented that the weird sound you could hear was the wind blowing. What weird sound, I thought. I couldn't hear anything for the howls & screeches from the wind outside the window, occasionally interrupted by the the slashing of the rain on the glass.
It's a wild day. It struck me the moment I saw the trees dancing in all directions. Most of the time I'm not aware that many of the trees in the back garden have a silvery underside. Today there's no denying it. Needless to say I've not ventured out to church in this mayhem.
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