Changes. Under the usual arrangement, warm moist air is drawn off the Gulf Stream and deposited around us. The Forest is like living in the Atlantic, but shallower, and muddier and with more ponies. The weekend's Northerly blast, though only a couple of degrees cooler felt like a harbinger of change, like the "sly North wind" from "Chocolat".
The clouds are back to their common habits; the trees wave in their proper orientations. We smell the sea (we feel the rain).
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