Douglas fir tree branches dot the streets as I walk, making my way to the bus stop. There’s a lovely smell, the sap from the innards, wafting about. It’s like Christmas, just not as cold. I don’t know when the wind will die down. I don’t mind the blustery air as much as the rain. When the rain combines with the wind it makes for a nasty walk. Thankfully, there are plenty of places for shelter and a few breaks in the storminess.