After the Gale, Before the Volcano

The wind whipped around yesterday as if we were in the giant mixing bowl of some manic meringue maker. Now we have another cloud of volcanic dust maybe winging its way to us, but until I have to start vacuuming up some alien dust from the innards of the earth, I am enjoying the comparative calm. Despite the cold wind and the continuing peevishness of left over gust-lets, there is a warmth and a sweetness to the air after having been whipped into a frenzy.