4°C (39.2°F) The wind is back with a vengeance, but after dark what you notice most is the sound – a solid wall, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, but always there. The house shudders, the windows rattle under the pressure. I imagine we are living under the ocean’s pounding surf.
3°C (37.4°F) The wind is slowly tiring itself out. It’s not as much fun when there are no leaves to rustle and toss about. The sun is a bonfire flickering through the trees, A cluster of clouds gathers ’round to warm themselves, lavender trimmed in orange, then moves off as the sun sinks below the horizon.
1°C (33.8°F) Wind. Constant, restless, shifting – but warm enough to tickle, not bite. The treetops wave with excitement.