The wind is wicked today. Not the type of day for top hats or toupees.
Watched my deck furniture move across the deck.
Some geese fighting the wind to land on the lake.
This always makes me think, "There's no place like home."
And a small part hopes I wake out of my black and white world into
the beautiful colorful Land of Oz.
Then I look around again and simply say,
There's no place like home.
