there are no neurons firing in my brain today
Instead I have a dense cloud of hayfever induced fog. Which should dissipate as soon as the antihistamines take effect. So instead of writing something that possibly won't make any sense, I'll give you a few descriptions of the wind in a storm from the book I'm currently reading. Shutter Island , by Dennis Lehane. The blurb on the back of the book tells me this has been made into a movie, the story is interesting enough for me to look for it at places like JBHifi, Amazon etc. in spite of the fact that it stars Leonardo DiCaprio. (I'm not a fan...) The descriptions: A chunk of something passed so close to his head he could feel it kiss his hair. The wind was thick with dirt and leaves, tree branches and rocks and always the rain and it squealed like a pack of boar and shredded the earth. An angry thing that turned waves into towers and chewed houses into matchsticks and could lift him in its grasp and throw him to China. An entire tree swept past the...