A gully wind.

It has been windy in my neck of the Blue Mountains overnight.

I describe it as a "gully wind" (my grandfathers words) which I find out is a particularly South Australian term for summertime hot easterlies that blow across the Adelaide Hills. So technically, it isn't a gully wind but it reminds me of the sound of some of those late night Adelaide winds; blowing across the scorched leafy suburbs in Eastern Adelaide. Adelaide band from the 70's The Masters Apprentices even had a song called "Hot Gully Wind".

The sound is difficult to describe as strong winds blow north to south, along the ridge, through thousands of Eucalypt trees. The first sense is of a heavy shower, or perhaps a train on the nearby tracks or out of place crashing waves beside an angry ocean........ in any case it is nature with the volume turned up.

The wind has other effects apart from the maker's aural symphony.This morning, the dawn sun shone though some Jacaranda trees blowing around in the wind. The sunlight shimmered, flickered and danced as it hit a wardobe, gentle ambient music in the background keeping time with the random patterns.

I could watch it all day.