There she blows!

It was difficult to sleep last night. The howling of the winds was so extreme that our windows shook and the trees were thrashing about. I was not looking forward to leaving the flat if it kept going in the morning.

And it did. I walked out of our building into a maelstrom of wind. My fine curly hair was whipped into a frenzy such that I could barely see. I was certain that I'd end up with straight hair by the time I got into school. Everyone was leaning forward, straining to get where they wanted to go.

Memories of my time in the Netherlands came to mind. That extreme storm that buffetted the coast. At least it wasn't raining. Umbrellas would have been sent to their death in this weather.