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   Jul 10

A Blustery Day

I love blustery days.

Blustery days are days where I can go around and I don’t have to explain my bad hair life to anyone – they’ve all got hairstyles that resemble electrocutions, bird’s nests and other bedraggled installations.

Windswept days mean being able to wander around in cosy warm clothes.

I love the sound in the trees and the howling fury of the breeze as it gusts along and carries anything not tied down with it. It’s as though as mother earth is putting her foot down gently reminding us all just who is boss.

It’s funny seeing people battling with potentially aerodynamic everyday items and feeling your body buffetted about by the warm breeze which gives you the feeling of being swaddled in cottonwool.

If there’s a little nip in the air, it’s great to be able to sit in a nice warm coffee shop sipping on Italian hot chocolate, chatting with friends and watching the world go by.

Bliss.

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2 Comments

  1. Sam says:

    Sometimes watching it go by quite quickly

  2. Kitsunegari says:

    see, what I hate the most about blustery days is they’re usually combined with low humidity and this translates into horrible horrible static electricity. for normal people this is not a problem, but for me it’s HELL. i just have to look at something and i can see the electricity arc its way over to me and just attach itself to whatever part of my body is closest. there were sparks coming off my clothes last night as I took them off to shower… a rather spectacular light display mind you, but far to freaky for words.

    til next….
    ~Kits~ (who spent a blustery sunday rehearsing in a warm room out of the wind)

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