Starting sometime Wednesday afternoon, the winds have risen. “Gale force winds” one of the locals told me. Though I don’t know just what that means, he said this in a way that indicated it was significant. Windy doesn’t quite say it clearly enough. Constant winds and strong gusts. A quiet roar constantly outside the window. The occasional ding from a distant bell pushed into ringing by the wind. And birds still chirping.
Winds in the garden last evening – hard to see movement, I realize
Mind you, when I shut the window and fasten it, the noise is dramatically decreased. The walls are a meter thick on this level (5 1/2 ft on the level below), so the house will stand, like it has for more than 200 years. And I have kept my window open. The breeze that makes its way in refreshes me and makes the thin white curtain move in a sort of dance with each gust that tears by. And all the while, the traffic still whizzes by and the birds sing on.