Passus Crinibus

Posted on November 23, 2007 in Weather

Enough dust has been thrown up into the air that when I look down the street, it appears that a light fog has drifted in. But this cannot be so: winds have been whining like the theme of Doctor Who and blowing the pottery on our deck in strange spirals. No one is on the street this day after Thanksgiving. Feet might have trouble keeping to the pavement.

The Latin means: “With tossled hair”.