Spring Winds

The spring winds blowing through the woods this
evening are not conducive to peaceful thoughts. The
tree tops are flailing about wildly, undoubtedly
settling old scores with their nearest neighbors,
shedding branches to the ground. An arboreal hair
cutting.

The house is reverberating with the sound of flexing
copper roofing as Bernoulli leaves no question
regarding how things work in principle. Playing the
tunes of a crazed Caribbean steel pan band.

The news reports toll extensive tornado damage,
and 21 dead, in the South and Midwest. There are
currently tornado watches in the mid-Atlantic area
tonight, but the radar seems to be pushing them off
the coast now.

My dispassionate weather station claims it has only
experienced peak gusts approaching the 30 mph range.
This doesn't match perception but is corroborated by
the official USGS instruments at the airport located
five miles away as the crow flies. Which it doesn't
in this wind, Bernoulli be damned. It was only late in
life that I gave up arguing with the inanimate. Still
the sound of white noise here is deafening.

Living in the leeward shade of the Blue Ridge
Mountains has advantages.