I am being treated to a concert at the moment -- the wind is blowing past a vent(?) somewhere outside my office, and I have the pleasure of hearing it whistle and moan and sing up and down the sonic register like some strange windsong from another world, a siren warning of a break in the threshold.
I haven't heard wind whistle and moan in a long time. It has made for a very happy morning.
The blustery weather continues. This is like the neverending rain this spring -- a system is circling around and around the Gulf and seems determined not to give us much in the way of fall sun. The wind is stripping the leaves from the trees before most of them even have a chance to change.
Welcome to Maine.
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