in the high-cliff field
as I type the wind is ferociously blowing about this rather tiny
island. The waves on the sound are white-capped and the tide is
coming up on high. the thermometer on the porch tells me that it is
34 degrees Fahrenheit but the wind chill makes it feel like 24!
Later I will dress up with scarf and hat and mittens and walk along
the narrow roads in the sheltered spots of town and stay away
from the blustery coast.
This morning though, I sit in my toasty warm living room sipping my tea and watching
the gusty wind batter the pines to and fro.