leaning into it.

The wind we've had the last couple of days has whistled me to sleep each night. They've taken the edge off fitful dreams and drifting in and out. I think I remember storms from when I was younger. The bed in the corner had a window to the side and head of it... they were always open to let the cat in, and I slept in wind all Fall.

It's giving the pigeons a hard time. Countless have no doubt slammed into buildings given the shaky flight of a few I saw this morning over pizza. The analogy came too quickly and I felt tired of fighting wind myself.