Today has started bright and clear. Sun leaping over the eastern horizon to begin the process of heating my life to a comfortable level, and no more I hope.
Within two hours all has changed. Clouds rapidly fill the sky, the temperature drops, and, oh yes, and the wind is now sandblasting the east wall of the house preparing it for its next coating of paint. The house quakes and trembles in its attempts to stand against the forces of the wind.
I think of flying kites.