Monday 1 March 2010

zephyr

Just as all the remaining pockets of snow melted--that dirty, crappy snow that lingers like a ticklish cough--a powerful wind storm tore across Western Europe, scouring France and our part of Germany very hard.  Gusts were in excess of 145 kilometers per hour with sustained winds of 80.  They also named the depression "Xynthia," which I think is doubly odd--for one, because German weathermen have adopted naming the slightest breeze, and secondly, because German law is very particular about how parents can name their children, and names have to be proper, real names and I don't think this one would necessarily hold up.  In the meantime, I was closely watching the little river, swollen from the snow melt, at the end of our street to see if it managed to hurdle its banks throughout the day, but I was really sort of frightened in the night to think about an invisible, creeping flood--supplanted somewhere underneath the din and howl of the storm.