Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by” (Christina Rossetti)
It is cold, icy and the winds are howling. The trees are not so much bowing their heads as whipping them around – in anger? in protest?
It is Noon – in November and the skies are grey and cloudy with a little light peeking through – Me? I’m warm and cozy. Listening to the howls and the tapping of a bit of icy rain on the windows –
It’s a gorgeous day!