My newly installed windows are no match for the wind today - they are trembling and shifting with each 55 mp.h. gust. As I work from my home office, there is no other sound but the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard and the screeching of air as it pushes against everything in its path. Joining in the chorus is the occastional "smack!!" of a hurling gravel pebble bruising the side of the house, my protector.
Tobi is clearly a bit distraught by all the unsettling noise. She has spent most of her morning pacing from one window to the next.
What she is watching for, I'm not sure. But I think I understand - wind like this frenzies my soul as much as it does the blackbirds being tossed across the sky. Spring is blowing in and that means a whole host of changes - and, as they say, change is good. So Tobi and I peer through the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of nature's magical wand once again transforming the frigid and bleak to a season that can be illustrated with more than just four colors from a crayon box.
Although, a glance down the road doesn't really give us such a glimpse - well, there's beauty in dirt storms, right?
¡Hola! Me llamo Carolina y acabo de hacer un Blog, sobre mi próxima novela. Soy de Argentina. Encontré tu Blog a través de otro, ya que Blogspot no tiene buscador. Me gustó mucho tu Blog y las fotos que ponés.
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¡Saludos!
Carolina.