There's a storm coming up. The sea is getting rough; waves are white-capped. The Corniche is empty, the palm trees bending in the wind. The wind is howling around the house, the curtains billowing (windows never close well in this place). 
We've got to place towels in front of all the doors and windows now, because with these aluminum windows, the water gets blown through the ventilation holes in the bottom of the sliding windows. They never had that problem when they used to make their windows of wood. Nowadays it's all aluminum, but they haven't perfected the art yet.
Our neighbors in the mountains had in their old stone house window sills and shutters made not just of wood, but of cedar wood. Aah, those were the days.
Winter is defenitely on its way. Maybe we can ski by the end of the month.
1 comment:
Your winter looks like ours: storm, rain and no snow in town. No good for Sinterklaas. He needs to slip in the snow on the roofs.
Dimphy
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