Winds picked up yesterday, gathering grey. Â Cold seeped in through the windowsills, and we set the furnace on high. Â Forecast for today is just above zero, even though we are in a tropical zone. Â Oh well, I decide, a nice spicy soup will warm our innards.
Seems my body mirrors the weather: health declining, forcing me to bedrest frequently. Â Have slept most the morning. Â In between, I check emails, the blog, and we speculate about what will happen next with Mother Nature. Â Soon, it will be time to venture home – a both welcome and sorrowful thought.
Confused winds blow cold,
winter reversing itself –
piquant soup simmers.
(It’s haibun night at the dVerse pub, hosted by Merril who challenges us to write about March Madness. Â I am also linking up to Ragtag Community’s prompt: speculate and Fandango’s: health.)