Life goes on, it seems.

[greenapricot]

The wind's been howling all day, really howling. I keep thinking there's some gigantic truck bearing down on me but it's just the air. The clouds whip by so fast the sun seems to blink on and off and the leafless tree wave their shadowy fingers at me. It's the sort of weather that seems half sinister. Like it's got something up it's sleeve. Power outages for example.

I forget, sometimes, how much power there is in nature, how no matter how fancy our technology gets we're still really at it's mercy. It's comforting in a cynical doomsday sort of way.