What a gentle afternoon. Greys and greens and patches of pale pinks and blues. Very mild and still.
Then, as we were heading back, the wind sprang up, like the comedian sent in to warm up the crowd before the main event, the trees began waving backwards and forwards and the promised rain began to spit and spat.
Never really came to anything.
The wind is still whining and wailing outside though, while the fire in here is roaring away. Lucky to have it to come home to.
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