The previous night took us by surprise. Despite dragging our weary bodies up to the bedroom, hoping to sleep like a log, the full moon in cahoots with the ferocious Northern wind kept us on our toes again. The raging wind knocked our eyes open with its monotonous, deafening whistles. When we woke up with a start, even though I switched off the alarm clock at 6 a.m., my watch shocked me with the actual time. Remembering our food delivery (they promised to bring the items between 7-8 a.m.), we checked the notifications, and to our horror, they were about to kick in our door with the delivery. Never before have they been as punctual as today. Fortunately, no items were missing from the packages, which was a huge relief and changed my attitude to taking Abby for her early morning walk in the gale-force wind. Even when the most violent blast pushed us almost over the pavement, we were resolute and kept our pace because our minds revolved around the upcoming early morning delicacies. Boy, were we over the moon, returning home and savouring the fresh sandwiches that ensured we forgot all the tribulations we had to endure the previous night?
The rattling continued throughout the day as the unrelenting wind shook the windows and doors, which allowed the cold air through the cracks despite the careful isolations last autumn. My humble dungeon in the basement turned into an unpleasant, humungous fridge. According to the latest weather forecast, the wind will tame tonight, and the next ten days will bring better conditions, which is just as well. The sun rises earlier and sets later than a month ago, a sign of the imminent seasonal change. There is hope in the world!
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