.....before the wind the mood was solemn, cloud was low and the air bitter, no mountains in view, no planes to be seen, just dismal and solemn.

.....on arrival of the wind, it was bitter to the bone, noses started to run and tears freely flowed down ones icy cheeks, people were brisk in their walks while coats were buttoned to the neck with collars wrapped round their ears, the talk was about the dismal weather.

As I type the wind wraps itself around the house, howls and whispers mingling together as I sit snuggled by the fire.

Happy Wednesday everyone :)

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