Of the Wind and Weather
All through this morning (literally, starting from 1am) there have been strong winds buffeting us and our surrounding neighbourhood. And since I stayed up late last night (as one does when one procrastinates), I slept late enough to hear the start of the wind's howling. Half an hour after trying to sleep, my brain shoved a beautiful line of description at me and I just had to write it down (thanks a lot, brain *sarcasm*).
How do I describe to you the awesome power that is the weather? Of the wind that cares not a whit where it wanders? Of the uplifting thrill that is a bolt of raw lightning? Do you feel as I feel when you step out into a screaming tempest, or the cold that knows no fear?
The wind speaks if you but listen. Venture out into its tumultuous embrace and let it engulf you. Can you feel a thread of ice as it is drawn across your skin? The broad breath of a furnace, dry and heavy? Does the wind sigh with the mildness of a balmy day, or whip you with the promise of a roiling storm? Smell sharpness, dullness, dryness, wetness -- the wind is the harbinger of nature's whims.
^ That is, quite seriously, what I feel whenever I step out into the wind. Does that make me an aeromancer?
How do I describe to you the awesome power that is the weather? Of the wind that cares not a whit where it wanders? Of the uplifting thrill that is a bolt of raw lightning? Do you feel as I feel when you step out into a screaming tempest, or the cold that knows no fear?
The wind speaks if you but listen. Venture out into its tumultuous embrace and let it engulf you. Can you feel a thread of ice as it is drawn across your skin? The broad breath of a furnace, dry and heavy? Does the wind sigh with the mildness of a balmy day, or whip you with the promise of a roiling storm? Smell sharpness, dullness, dryness, wetness -- the wind is the harbinger of nature's whims.
^ That is, quite seriously, what I feel whenever I step out into the wind. Does that make me an aeromancer?