Those big windy days

There's something about those big windy days, where even the floor starts to shake. Whenever that type of day comes around, I always imagine myself huddled up in my bed, blankets laying all around, a cup of hot chocolate (or tea) in one hand, and a good book to read in the other. In those moments where I'm not sure if the walls will survive, I find a sense of comfort. Because to me, this is a part of nature, this is a part of the world, and it is absolutely beautiful.

I stood outside this afternoon, staring at the sky in wonder. The trees to my side were flailing around, and I swear I could hear some of them laughing. The mountain in the distance was silent, that or it was just too far away to hear. I'm sure it wasn't really worried, it probably doesn't have much to fear.

After spending some time to take it all in, I walked back inside to my room. Today marks the start of a new book series, one I only recently learned about. I hope I like it, because if I do, I'll be set for forty-one more big windy days. It's time to enter the Discworld.