It's weirdly windy today: the trashcans are going down like dominoes; lawn chairs are flying through the air. Earlier I saw a large piece of newspaper out of the corner of my eye and thought it was a dog. I really like how the elm leaves look like they're some sort of alien mammals walking awkwardly until the wind picks them up and turns them into scared birds completely at its mercy.
The sky cried several times today, and its face looks really angry; I'm waiting for a severe tantrum. Oh well, it may be cold and windy, but the wisteria is blooming like fireworks exploding, so it's spring indeed. On days like this, I wish that nature could loan me a fraction of her energy.