it's windy
the wooden gate next door keep crashing together at strangely regular intervals
the sails over the car port are flapping and really if you close your eyes you can imagine they are real sails and you're out at sea
the pile of leaves in the corner of the garden are getting spread all over the place
the window in the front room is rattling a bit
my feet are cold
i had to go put a jumper on
no sun
it's windy
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