the wind king

Walking through the local village today, with a cold whip of a wind coming in off the sea, and with the trees here and there bending to its damp force, and people hunching as they hurried along, I felt the thrill of nature's power. We may build our houses and our shops, and in glass cities we may form our governments, but really the wild wind is king of us all.

I am just a little sorry for those who hide away from him, for there's such love in his chilling breath and his fierce artistic grasp.


  1. the wild wind is king. this is wonderful. and i love, love, love that image.

    1. i shouldn't have used it, it's from Otherwise, but oh well :-)

  2. thank you all for your comments, so much appreciated :-)