Hurricane in Utah

OK, not really. But last night and this morning were very reminiscent of hurricane season in Puerto Rico. The gusts of wind, the trees swaying, the smell fresh air forced through the house, the sound of the rustling leaves, large objects being hurled through the streets without regard... oh wait, that last one only happened in Puerto Rico.

Anyway, Shanda was mentioning how much she didn't like the wind and I found it interesting that while she dislikes the wind, how much I love it. There is something very soothing about the wind, I find it really relaxes me. By morning I feel I've had the best nights sleep I've had in a very long time. I love to sit and watch the trees sway and move by the wind. Imagine the strength of the wind, to move these massive tree limbs about.