All bluster.

12 March, 2019. One minute past noon, and the winds have suddenly arrived, blustery and fierce, pushing my Volkswagen around with every hard gust. Parked at the side of the road, the car is still moving, rocked back and forth. Out there, branches – really big ones! – dance and sway, leaning toward the ground, sometimes even coming close to touching before bending back toward the sky.