Gusts, Gales, Breezes, Santa Ana, Nor’eastern…Endless titles given to all the various Zephyrs that have whipped around my life. The multidimensional tunes carried on the wind can partially explain why so many titles exists for this one part of nature.As I walk along the riverside, my hair swirls in the gusts and my eyes close to fully soak in memories of past breezes. The winds which seem to arrive with grand change in my own life just as they usher in transitions of the natural seasons.The winds of change have begun sweeping through the city adding strength to my traveling spirit.
To continue reading...About all my memories of wind.
