
Meanwhile. The windy day has become an even windier night. Pine cones are rattling down the street, trash can lids are flying through the air, windows are vibrating- it's all quite splendid! From time to time, it quiets down for a while, and I go out and see the sparkling stars and listen to the persistent crickets, but then the wind returns with a great rush and a frantic waving of trees. I could hardly be happier. Wind!