What is that breeze? Is it just wind?
Where does the wind come from? And where does it go? It is clearly invisible. It moans, it wails and it whispers. Its force is such that it bends palms to the ground and takes up mighty water oaks up by the roots. It whirls a little leaf, and spins and gathers and gusts and speeds until it picks up cows and cars. It wafts across your cheek like a baby’s kiss. It turns mighty buildings into matchsticks. The wind cannot be contained it is everywhere. It raises the ocean over the land like wet,... Sign in to see full entry.