Fly Away

Yet another day of high wind and cold with it. I'm not used to this, but I suppose I'll have to become accustomed to it.

The leaves and thin branches of the dogwood blew around chaotically like someone with a full head of fly-away hair. Again, the low sun cast its spell even though the clouds overhead were darkening.

I like the gesture of the bush, reminds me of superman. Funny how we see shapes in things.