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ok, perhaps slow down a bit here...
it usually blows at least a bit. when it doesn't, i'm out there standing in wonder at the stillness, the silence. it's like the world stopped.
and then it starts again. up to 80 km/h. there always is something that's clanking, slapping, howling. i want to go out and hunt down some corrugated metal crashing out there, but in that wind, do you really want to meddle with anything like that? yet it's the only time you'd know where exactly where the culprit is.
birds fly by sideways and on a really bad day - backwards. :shock: they ought to know better?
i've always wondered what this AMAZING AIR people rave about. oh, the light is SO different around these parts. i'm like, air is air, why would it be different, unless it's LA or similar, polluted into oblivion?
well, i found out that the air really is different. it's different because you constantly get a new batch from gods know where. any pollution gets sucked up and away and redistributed - somewhere else. LA perhaps. but when the wind has done with its job, you look across the valley and could almost read the licence plates off the cars in Montréal, some 5 km away. well, ok, i'd need my glasses...
i hate it when the wind relentlessly slams into the landscape day after day after, scaring the poor dog and slowly but steadily unscrewing something in my brain. but then it feels so good when it stops.
here's a map with the pre-wailing (yes, wailing) winds:
they don't call the wind Mariah
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