When itís as windy as it was today, your senses are heightened. All the colors seem a little brighter, especially the leaves that are blowing straight into your face. Today my skin felt a little more sensitive to everything, which is saying something for a grizzled old codger such as myself. But it was windy.
The weather was a little on the schizophrenic side today anyway. It was so cold early this morning that while I was still in bed I heard the furnace come on. Now, I havenít reset the thermostat since I turned it way, way down months ago when I knew winter was over. The heat hasnít been on since at least April, so I was shocked to hear the whoosh from the vent over my head. Shocked and a bit dismayed, because it stirred up more than a little dust after all this time.
Then came the wind, but it wasnít a cold Arctic wind that cuts through you. It wasnít exactly Santa Ana warm, but the air never felt cold, even when the gusts were blowing straight at me as I walked to the post office this morning. By this afternoon I had the door open next to me as I worked, so I could feel the fresh air. That was after the wind stopped. Otherwise, you know, papers blow all over the place.
And then tonight it got cold again, but thatís part of the season. We can have the warmest of days in October, but at night it cools down quickly, as soon as the sun sets. Schizophrenic weather.