Roo: Look, mama, look! A kite!
Kanga: Oh, my goodness! It's Piglet!
Winnie the Pooh: [being dragged behind Piglet] Happy Windsday, Kanga. Happy Windsday, Roo.
Roo: Can I fly Piglet next, Pooh?

Two days before December. 65 degrees. I would be skipping my way down the city's streets, did I not half expect to be blown away by blustery bursts of wind mid-skip...

Happy Windsday, dear readers.

Music: Red House Painters, "Between Days"