I used to and shall post like this again

Tonight was nice . As I drove home in the twilight trees were silhouetted against a sky . The colours of the clouds were very pastel like and subtle , some clouds were an ink blue colour and a break in them revealed a very pale orange glow as the sun set somewhere obscured in the haze .
  A gusty storm like wind was rushing through the tree tops in true March style , yet also it was blowing through the bushes at ground level with what I can only describe as a thick strong constant consistency . Yes the consistency of the blowing was thick , erm this is hard to describe . Lets say it seemed thicker than air  .  The wind had more not strength at ground level but a substance about it somehow . Somewhere in the village I heard children shouting amongst this . Not a life changing moment but something I feel I should write about this moment .

I realise now this felt like " Irreality " at the time . That's what felt so familular about it...!