The Chinook winds are blowing. They start blowing mid-morning, die down by lunchtime, then start up again mid-afternoon and gust through the evening.
Early mornings are quiet though. Before the sun rises the world is calm and still. The air pressure is different in the mornings, and thankfully that’s when I like to run. I have to get up early to run before the wind ramps up and buffets me all over the mesa and roads.
My daughter had soccer practice the other night from 5:30-7pm, and the wind was so strong that it almost gave me a headache from the constant pressure on my eardrums. I couldn’t tolerate the numbness of my head after 10 minutes, and had to leave the field for shelter in my car.
The howls are strong tonight. I’ve heard from several people around Boulder County and hear that it’s particularly bad right now. Gusts up to 40mph are blowing through the area, rattling trees, breaking off small branches and knocking at the windowpanes.
I’ll go out running tomorrow morning, after I drop the kids off at school. Hopefully it won’t be have gotten too bad at 8:30am, though you never know. Warm air is coming in from the west, and we’re supposed to have a beautiful, balmy day with 70-degree temperatures.
The Chinook winds come every Spring, and I’ve begun to enjoy them, in a sense. I don’t love being hammered by cold winds that numb my face and make my hands so cold they can barely fold into a fist, but I actually enjoy the warmer winds that yank the hair loose from my ponytail and whip it around my face. Feeling the warm, strong air is a welcome change from the frost of winter, and I’m always ready to enjoy Nature’s rough caress as buds push out from bare branches and birds struggle against air currents to find purchase in the abandoned nests that are ready for new life.