My People,

On a day when hundreds if not thousands of travelers found themselves stuck in European Airports because of all the cancelled flights brought on by the highest winds in years, yours truly missed his flight, and had to rebook for the following day.

As I walked through London feeling like a travel amateur (who goes for an international flight just one hour before departure? Really?), I attempted to cross Hyde Park, but found the gates locked.  A vicious gale swept across the park, taking with it branches as thich as my wrist, and cyclones of large brown maple leaves swirled across Park lane, creating dunes and waves. Scaffolding baffled, umbrellas inverted and flew away, and people walked diagonally into the wind like MJ in Smooth Criminal.

In the evening, I found myself in the company of several people who had intended to leave during the day, and talk of the storm was on everybody's lips. There was an air of altered destinies rendered by the sweeping hand of fate.

Over night, the gale swept across Germany, halting rail service for the first time ever, and continued as far East as Poland and Slovakia, snapping trees and flipping trucks across Europe.

This morning, the sky over London is a radiant blue, and a gentle breeze tickles the sycamores over Ovington Square. Ten lives were taken, and "millions of Pounds of damage" done. (BBCNews)

I better get to the airport.