"And sometimes I have a great notion..."

To stick my head out cautiously.  I'm starving for air in here.

Right now:  a large mild cushiony wind driving a slight fine mist of rain.  It's like being being biffed with down pillows.  But lovely to breathe:  it's huge.  Some rougher gusts, intermittently, up high.  Many twigs, leaves, acorns down, and some moderate branches.  The elms (so far) are standing.  The sun is trying to break through.

Really, it's like Bank Holiday in Whitby, only softer.  That stung.

Nine