Have you noticed, David, that we don’t give names to winds anymore? Hurricanes, typhoons, tropical storms all get names. But these new winds that carry with them the stifling heat of the South or the crash of the glaciers in the North, these winds that howl in our streets, that tear off the branches of the trees, that make the skyscrapers sway, that rough up your thousand antennas, these winds are anonymous. That’s because they’re orphans, I think. No one wants to claim authorship of the bitter, salty, nasty winds that terrorize today’s children.
