Got to work and on the elevator noticed the 2nd Floor manager was wearing a bright orange dress, stunning against the stainless steel tread that lines the elevator walls, her right ankle snug in the cast that's been on her leg for about 6 months. Somehow she always seems like a happy doll anyway, ready to laugh.
I'm glad I didn't get struck by any fallen tree limbs today considering the winds blew up to 55 knots. There were at least two branches on the ground around here, an Ash limb and a Linden.
For some reason, I often find myself upset on really windy days. My son cheered me up though by helping me peel and slice the carrots for Pea Soup. I'm also glad to have seen the sky this morning, the low clouds moving North quickly, keeping time with the Ash leaves barreling down the avenue, while the higher cloud cover hardly moved, and the sun ripped through wherever it could.
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Yes, windy days aren't fun for me either. I was walking home on St. John's Place and noticed how the trees were just getting wrecked by the force of the wind. They seemed much less sturdy, much more exposed, then. I cam in and patted the cat on the head and told him he was a lucky Gus.
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