Goodnight friends! Returned home from the prolonged viewing trip, still shaky and my head never far from sickening spinning, feeling sore and haggard from travel and storm but more contented from having done what I can for now, and a little relieved at least to have this latest round done with.
Winds not quite so harsh and not quite so frigid as yesterday, but more hammering interludes of blobby sleet and harsh, indecisive bluster, and more ghostly rainbows swiftly blown asunder. A few shocking local alterations from the first, more violent day of the storm, particularly one of a pair of grand poplars torn down beside the reservoir, thrown over into the water.
May we find a sense of purpose, control and agency in our lives today!
