Silhouettes of the morning

Another windy, drizzly walk to work... Hood up, hands rammed firmly in pockets. iPod on shuffle. At least I don't have to do battle with an umbrella too. Suckers.

The park was like a tree massacre. Limbs and tree parts everywhere. The canal with waves like Bondi. The dip of Princess street gardens was a comparable haven from the storm. But the sky above was still threatening.