I don’t like wind. It’s a good thing I don’t live in a state where tornadoes are more prevalent, because that would terrify me beyond words. Well, I also don’t like the idea of living next to an ocean… or on an island… or where there could be earthquakes… or where it gets insanely hot… come to think of it, I guess I’m living in the perfect place for me right now!
But I digress…
I was talking about wind.
It’s quite windy here today. Our front door has a tiny leak in the seal so when it’s windy the door “whistles” loudly. When we first moved it it was quite unnerving since we didn’t know what it was. So we searched like little detectives all around the house for the sound. It took us a while to find it since it only happens during a big gust of wind and the door kind of echoes in the front entryway… you can see why it had us looking all over. The front door is one of the things we need to replace on the house when we save up enough. It’s all rotted along the edge which has swelled the wood making it REALLY hard to open and close. It’s not a necessity, though, so the whistling will just continue on.
I remember well from when you were little how much you are unnerved by the wind. I’m not sure what brought that on. I don’t like what the wind does, like blowing snow in my face or blowing my hood off my head, but the sound of the wind, particularly in trees, I kind of like. Probably because I grew up on a hill and it was always somewhat windy.