No wind.
Not even a whisper of whipping.
No rain lashing across already sodden landscapes.
No rattling of roofs.
No creaking of joists.
No sound to frighten or alarm or create frown-lines.

Today, the wind is absent.
It is having time off for bad behaviour.
No doubt sulking in silence gathering wrath for another entrance on a future occasion.
Long may it be consigned to the wings!