The night involved a return of the winds from yesterday, but with greater fury and far more snow. I shoveled out the snow that had fallen -- about 10 cm (4 inches) -- and how that drifted in the winds. It was light and fluffy snow, so very easy to move around. I spent over an hour doing the walkway to the street, clearing the end of the driveway from the sidewalk and street plows, and clearing off the car. I wanted to be ready to leave early tomorrow since I have first class at 8:15 AM. The wind became much louder in the gusts -- likely close to 40 km sustained and 80 km with a couple of the major gusts. Some loud noises outside but nothing visible through the windows in the dark to determine what hit the house. Will do a walk around tomorrow.
The wind reminded me of many things -- the feeling of being attacked, something untoward approaching, change encroaching. Vicious winds don't seem to sound or feel like they carry anything one might want. It is the calmer breezes that seem to bring delightful, happy things. Any change that is pushed upon a person, arriving with great force can't feel good. The sound of major wind is ominous. For winds that last for a day or even days, the noise and oppressiveness can lead to major mental distress. In short, big winds can blow people off course, literally and figuratively. A disturbance in the force, if you will <smile>.
I was reminded by a friend of a few lines from a song today. They fit the windy weather perfectly, particularly as we enter night two with the howling. The specific lines I refer to begin the second stanza. Interestingly, this song also speaks about doors, the topic of the blog yesterday. How about that <smile>. Enjoy!
The Long and Winding Road -- The Beatles
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