Walked out this morning into some high winds. The inconsistent nature of the gusts tell of a storm later, and on checking my weather app sure enough looks like we are getting a squall around noon or so. Umbrella day.
I don’t know what it is about incoming storms but in the pre-dawn, the low hanging clouds always look dark lavender. I’ve never been able to capture the color with a camera, I think maybe only the human eye can see it properly (or perhaps paint it, I suppose). It’s pretty, if ominous. I’m sure the scientific explanation of refraction and humidity and light pollution is interesting but in the meantime my main thought is: pretty, in a goth way.
Keely is rarely spooked by anything but sneaky squirrels, but windy mornings tend to make her more alert to inconsistencies. The old yarn shop in Lake Ella which closed down, oh, a year ago? Or so? Is seeing some activity. The building is, I presume, the house of the people who used to own the cottages when they were an actual motel many many decades ago. Double story brick construction, and rather stately I have always thought. A very generic style, could have been built anywhere from 1880 to 1940, but still lovely in its plain-jane way.
There was a light on in a room upstairs, damned if I know why at this hour, but Keely caught sight and stared at it for a while trying to determine if it was important. She decided it wasn’t and so on we went, plowing through the strong gusts of wind and indifferent ducks.