Wind

I live in a windy city. When it’s a warm wind we call it a “Chinook”, and when it’s a cold wind, we call it, “cold”. No, we don’t call the wind “Mariah”.

Last night and most of today, it was windier than usual. I was glad to be in my warm house under the covers.

This morning when I opened the door for the dog to go out, he looked at me as if I was crazy. He finally did go out, but only as long as absolutely necessary. He does not like the wind. He is so small, I think he’s scared he will blow away.

Today was a Chinook wind, so it is much warmer than it was yesterday.

— Kareen
Fri, Nov 5^th, 2004 · 2:33pm ↑

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