A feather to every wind that blows

That’s the fire, blowing to everyone quarter through a cold start of a day that turned balmy before the cold returned.

I pored over maps of the Ukraine Belorussian border lands looking for the here today gone tomorrow pontoon bridge. To me it feels like invasion is going to happen. Hopefully I’m wrong.

Meanwhile Eunice is about to come roaring in. Reminds me of living at Ladydowns between PZ and Zennor and some of the storms we had there, the seas at Sennen, the ground shaking to the waves.