A weird sound in the car the other day made me wondering. What was that on the roof? Could it be the wintery wind gusts tearing in the sunroof? After three rides of each four kilometers, I took a look when I had backed the car into the garage. A bottle I forgot about was lying there. I could hardly believe my eyes, and understood that the weird noise I heard came from the bottle rolling over the roof of the car when I sped down the bend on the way home.
It was a bottle of water I had placed there after work one day when jumping into the car (and obviously forgot about the bottle). I had not seen it there and driven twice after the first time I forgot about it… The bottle just lay on top of the roof of the car, up against the the rails, but that was all support it had. Nothing supporting it from behind or in front of it. Still it managed those three rides in speed up to 90 clicks an hour. Amazing… and they say the times of wonder is over. Apparently not. (Perhaps this is foreboding the second coming?).
Otherwise the roaring winds at the Ministry have abated and all of a sudden it’s all very quiet. For a couple of days there have been quite a snowdrift and the storm winds have been sounding like the high seas, or perhaps more like the surfs of a stormy seashore. Now it’s dead calm and a soft layer of snow is drizzling down over the Ministry.
the miraculous water bottle, that survived bareback on the roof of the car on three rides of a total 12 kilometers in 90 km/h…