Larry, the Northern wind

All weekend a very vocal wind was coming in from the North. Almost literally coming in; it was hard to keep the place warm, and there was a nearly perpetual whooshing and whistling -a bit like having a drunk uncle over in the next room, who thinks the garbage cans outside are prostitutes and keeps trying to call them over. I decided to name him Larry, for if i had such an uncle, he'd be Larry. Here's a picture of Larry being vocal