Today, the wind is a solid object. · 3:31am Jan 15th, 2014
It strikes me like a club as I step off of the bus, tearing my backpack from my grasp like a mugger. I chase it for the better part of a block, while being buffeting left and right and being forced to come up short and turn my head as it slams into my face and chokes off my air. The air is moving so fast that I can't breathe it.
I'll probably find that funny, later.
The wind finally decides to let me have my backpack back, deciding it would be much more fun to abuse me, instead.
Soon, the wind decides to up the ante. Drifts of snow and ice whip towards me like thrown stones, and I cover my face to protect it from harm.
Now it's become more than a nuisance, it's becoming violent. Fortunately, I'm not far from home.
The wind begins dying down, and I'm naïve enough to believe the worst is behind me.
I'm wrong, of course.
As I'm keying in the code to my garage door a gust strikes me from behind, driving my face into the door with enough force to bruise my forehead. I manage to scoot into house before the wind can find another way to hurt me. The door closes and the wind screeches angrily at me though the empty space below the door.
So I sit here in my house as the wind does it's best to shake it apart to get to me again. Branches slam against the siding and I hear the sound of metal and glass shattering as it tears the wreath from above the garage and makes a streamer of the string of lights decorating the deck. Well, I was planning to replace them anyway. The floor literally shudders as another blast of wind strikes.
It's going to be a long, loud night.
Jesus...
Where the fuck do you live...?
~Skeeter The Lurker
1719501
Northern BC. And someone's drainage pipe just blew down the street.
1719516
Goddamn man...
Bundle up.
Or weld some armor on to the house...
~Skeeter The Lurker
Excellent descriptions, Puddin'.
That's a powerful wind.