As in political so in literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook.
Joseph Conrad

The wind was blowing like the breath of an angry god last night. Trying to get a fitful sleep last night was near impossible with a raging blow of air blasting past the bunker. Even more disturbing was the news coverage of the wind. You got the sense that small children and puppies were going to be blown off by this wind and carried to the nether world. "Prepare for the apocalypse!" the ordinarily staid news anchors screamed into the cameras.

Alas, here in the bunker, all was calm. I huddled by the window with a weapon prepared for the worst. Peering through the drapes, I'm not sure but I think I may have seen supermodel wisp past the window at 2:30 AM.