They say that wind can make people crazy. I don’t know about that, but I do know that it makes people cranky, especially when it blows hard day-after-day. It makes animals spooky so that horses who have grazed around the same corrals every day of their lives, all of a sudden decide that those corrals are possessed by the devil!
The wind brings new life, sweeps out the old to make room for the new. If that is the case, then there is nothing old left around here and plenty of new has already blown in. The wind sculpts the snow to look like frozen white waves along the ditches and drives the tumbleweeds leaving drunken trails through the dirt and what little gravel is left on the roads.
The wind is the call of the spirit, it is the breath of the universe, it is the giver of life, and the sign of what is to come. The wind can whisper or wail, howl, sigh or hum. It can rip the door right out of your hand or cool you on a hot summer day. The wind can sing you softly to sleep or fill your eyeballs with hay when you feed.
I love the wind. I hate the wind. I want to ride the wind, soaring alongside the eagles and hawks and all the v’s of honking geese in the fall.