blows

I do regret writing a blog about the weather, but seriously, the wind outside is nuts. My work is normally situated in a sort of Euston-Road wind-tunnel anyway, even on a very calm day if you walk over to the Pret for some sushi you get an annoying gust of grit into your eyes. But today, when apparently the wind is knocking lorries over on the M6, it's a whole `nother deal. The building I work in is made primarily from glass, and has a secondary outer shell of glass outside it, a sort of atrium deal. The wind is blowing so strongly that this outer-layer is actually rippling disturbingly. Some moron decided to open one of the doors (to 'experience the power', no doubt), and the venetian blind was torn out of the building and is now smashing about loudly, a tangled wreck, on the outside of the building- no-one can figure out how to get it back in.

One of the glass doors in the lobby was caught by the wind and swung back on its hinges, shattering both itself and the glass wall it rammed into- the lobby is now howling with wind, little shards of glass chasing themselves around the floor. I went and stood in the courtyard between our building and the Pret. Normally the wind tunnel effect annoys me, but it was so powerful today that it was just fun to get blown around. Most people hurried by, struggling against the wind, but there were a few others like me, huge grins on their faces, just letting themselves be pushed about. Above us, a piece of paper was dancing along the rippling glass, getting pushed this way and that above us, and I wished the wind would pick me up and dance me along the glass, as well. It'd be scary, but well worth it.