Winday day

[magid]

Little whitecaps on the usually merely rippled surface of the Charles.

A man in a bowler carrying his walking stick in the air, holding his headgear in place.

Leaves and plastic bags blown ten stories in the air.

Wind patterns visible in the roof-fabric next door, wildly changing from moment to moment.

A huge drift of leaves over the bottom step, caught by the angle of the house with the wind tunnel the street has become.

Pushed along when the wind is going the same way I am, pushed aside when I am not.

Despite the massive wind, the eruv is up this Shabbat. I am impressed.

Comments

[equinoctial.livejournal.com]

I pictured that genteel looking man in headgear of a non-bowler sort. A braces sort. Thanks for the giggle. And the pretty pictures.

[magid.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked.

I was amused by the hatless men nudging each other to comment on the bowlered one, too. I think part of it was he was as young as they were, not an old gent.