The Button-Maker

I can’t feel the wind.

I can see it breaking the surface of the water below. I can see it moving the branches on trees that cling to the hillsides. I can see it terrorizing the hair of the woman who’s snatching her towels off the railing of her balcony. But I can’t feel it.

I hear it. When the trees shake, their leaves rattle. The powerlines bounce up and down making the wooden poles creak. Howls fill my ears each time a strong gust kicks up, knocking the collar of my coat askew.

But I can’t...