The wind is picking up. I can hear it swoosh through the trees and things bang against the building. The tall trees bend and sway all in unison. My balcony is such that it's protected from the wind. Some rain on it but not much. The schools are closed as well as the libraries. I won't be doordashing... Sign in to see full entry.
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