The wind is blowing...
Strong and gusty, it knocks the trees around it moans and whistles around the house, playing a tune on every crevice. The trees around this house are nothing like the tall forests I'm used to, they are thick, clustering shrubs that stand twice or three times the height of a man. They are lush with leaf, ranging from little round rattly ones to long whispering needles, and stalks of stiff blades, like agave. Plenty of shapes and sizes to slice the wind into little bursts and wisps and fragments... Sign in to see full entry.