During the day, I watch the wind, as it creates breakers on the lake, as it makes the bird feeder swing wildly from its hook, as it gives ring-billed gulls lift for their acrobatics, as it blows snow into drifts. But at night, I hear it. And when I can only hear it, I find myself identifying with ancient nomads who lived in tents or yurts, listening to the voice of God. – [continued here>>>]
Published on February 26, 2016 05:20