Winds of Change

The weather is changing. The shirtsleeve weather we've had for the last week of so will soon be vanquished. This morning was bright and clear; this afternoon is cloudy. And windy. Very windy. Something's blowing from the west.

As Percy Bysshe Shelly once wrote:

O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. . . .

Meanwhile, the west wind howled around the corners of the house and the sky changed from sunny to cloudy in a matter of hours. Here's the view to the south:

Looking toward Turkeycock Mountain:

North toward the Peaks of Otter:

And to the southwest:

Enough sun lingered that Chloe could still see her shadow, though.

An hour later, clouds gathered over Turkeycock Mountain  . . .

. . . and over the Peaks of Otter . . . 

. . . and over Jack's Mountain to the west.

Another hour later and clouds were thick over Turkeycock.

Chloe couldn't see her shadow anymore.

She discussed the matter with Camilla, one of the old lady cats.

Camilla advised Chloe to get off the rail and get out of the wind.

Chloe wanted to sit on the rail, but the wind was getting stronger. And the sun was gone.

Camilla, wise in the ways of old lady cats, decided to seek shelter.

I don't know what's coming in from the west, but something surely is. The weather is sure to change for the worst, I'm afraid.

Better seek shelter. . . .

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