"Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude"
As You Like It
Today our wind is being contrary, unkind, and all of the unmentioned unfavorable words. High levels of wind are not showing kindness to the throngs of deer hunters out in the field.
It is swirling around the farmette and whistling through the century old crevices in this house.
Making me wonder just where this floating leaf will eventually end up in life.