Wind Warnings

A few days ago there were wind warnings galore. For brief morning moments, the forecasts hinted at a touch with hurricane strength winds. So it was.

Having just got up and shaken the webs out of the twists of morning’s wakening, I ventured forth and dread the inevitable chorus of whining about the wind chill. It can be the depth of summer and denizens of this city will wind chill the air temperature with their anguished vortices.

Wisdom emerges from the north. An old reply from an old Nortarian (person from Northern Ontario). ‘Get out of the wind.’

The actual sequence of weather events that hit this churlish urban complex ran like a hair salon. There was snow, a thaw and then wind. Or Shampoo, Rinse and Blowed Dry. Toronto looks rather shag.