Neither you nor I,
But when it sounds like a non-stop freight train 24 hours a day, and the wind chime is dinging itself off it's hanger, and pieces of the roof become lethal weapons winging at vulnerable heads and vehicles, and poor, unsuspecting song birds recently lured, albeit under false pretenses, by spring, shiver in concussed bewilderment while hanging for dear life onto wildly bending trees,
The wind is passing by.
It is brutal! It's a good thing God made sure the roots of our hair keeps each one securely in place or we would all be bald! Now wouldn't that be a sight?!!ReplyDelete