Storm Doris

[smokingboot]

It's just the wind, but I love it; the noise it makes and the movement of the trees, occasionally interspersed with bins clattering down the road. The sky is white and grey, but there's sharp bright blue behind the clouds, and everything feels fresh in the world.

It really does sound as though strange air-borne spirits are singing all around the house. I want more, not less of it.