Today I went for a jog and the wind was not my friend.
The usually quiet bay where I run was heaving and swaying rhythmically. The water instead of looking like some kind of blue, smooth gelatine wobbling delicately as it usually does, transformed into a wrinkly, ripped sheet of paper that someone was trying to smooth out unsuccessfully. Occasionally, the water looked more like a long, mountainous landscape as the white peaks of foam undulated up and down in obedience to the strong gale which often came suddenly. Continue reading From Cumulus To Cirrus Today