HBH 82

Outside in the storm,
Windswept hair, sand-blasted face.
Bracing solitude.

I dined tout seul on the deck outside The Den last night. The staff were rather aggressively encouraging me to move inside, out of the gusty winds - but I was finding the blusteriness strangely invigorating. Rather nice to be alone with nature in the heart of the city once in a while.