dancing trees

It was hardly a morning to see details. The wind was so ferocious that I could barely keep my eyes open. With the roar of a freight train and my eyes full of grit I struggled to hold the camera still. Dancing trees were what caught my attention.
Avoiding flying debris, I did manage to notice that yesterday’s stoop shingles had blown away except for two. How many details like that do we miss in life? Full of thanks, I retreat to the warmth and comfort of my home.