A mighty storm has blown through North Texas.  While the threat of severe thunderstorms passed with little notice and even less severity, gales were left in its wake.

The wind is now blowing at 35-40 miles per hour (56-64 kilometers per hour).  And the gusts?  They’re coming through in excess of 50 miles per hour (80 kilometers per hour).

Savage doesn’t begin to describe the environment outside.

Storms from the west, like this one, bring dust from the desert.  I have been blinded several times today by red assaults carried on tempest blows.

And debris…  Well, let’s just say anything lighter than an adult human easily gets picked up and blown around, a sort of projectile obstacle course.

There is danger of fire, too, for the wind is westward and dry.  What little rain we received overnight has long since been evaporated by sun and friction, not to mention extremely low humidity levels.

High wind warning?  Yep, we got that.

Red flag warning?  Yep, we got that, too.

I’ve been forced to deadbolt the patio doors for fear of them blowing open under the constant onslaught of nature’s rage.  In fact, more than once have I pondered whether the double-pane glass might shatter inward with a deluge of vicious cutting.  I’m still not certain.

I had planned to take a walk today.  With my camera.

That idea proved useless.  It’s impossible to stand still during this fight.  That lends itself to poor photography.  Besides, walking around is as difficult as it would be were I walking through cold molasses.  In this case, it’s just invisible, but the result is the same.