wind

I never thought that much about wind before we moved into this house. Yes, it's irritating when you're outside on a lovely sunny day and the wind ruins it all by making you cold, rushing around you. But I never spent that much time outside, so it wasn't a big deal for me.

Then we moved here. We're just off the water, with a wind-tunnel effect going on between our house and the one next door—and we get a lot of wind. Especially once we built the new bedroom, the wind rushes loudly around the windows, and you can see the trees tossing and bending, thrown around like matchsticks. Just the sound makes you feel cold. And for some reason this year there have been a lot of windstorms. Always at night, always loud and violent, blowing into the window and sounding like someone out there wants to come in. Mostly I'm not worried about it—it isn't any kind of fear or nightmare kind of thing—but man, I really wish it would just shut up about it! I lie in bed listening, just waiting for the quiet calm after the wind's passing.

And I've come to the conclusion that I don't think I like wind very much.