The view outside: There isn’t one.
The smell: Rain. And a hint of snow on the wind.
The sound: intense banging, crashing winds from the nearby mountains. Heavy rain. Birds screaming to one another. Sirens.
My plan for today: Lie down a lot. Do not leave the house for any reason. Receive a visitor in the afternoon.
Don’t you wish your plans were the same as mine?
Here’s a pic of a different storm, taken by my friend Richard Conan-Davies:
I shall now unplug the computer and go back to bed.