Foul Weather

I like the odd foul day, especially when I can look out at it and not be in it. Today is such a day. It is cold, wet, windy, and grey. Having a good fire in the woodstove and some tea, I can look out at the wild weather remembering times when I was not so lucky as now, when I was out in such weather. At the moment, I’m not sure that what I’m seeing isn’t fine snow. I seem to remember a poem about the north-east wind, though the wind here now is from the north-west. I will have to look that poem up later.

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