When the bough breaks

Yes, the wind has been high.  I understand we were the wind capital of Saskatchewan on Friday night. 

The days continue to exhibit the push of power.  Today people entering stores were headed, slanted, into the wind. 

Often it is not so much the wind.  You can find shelter.  You can tighten up the coat.  You can even defiantly face into the wind.

But the sound.  Constant.  Unceasing.  Persistent.

I’m not sure if I associate destruction with wind.  Perhaps a hurricane victim would speak better to that.  Mexico and Hurrican Dean may be just the real life laboratory to test sight and sound — to associate dis-ease and destruction with sound and sight.

Tonight the wind has calmed — and somehow the soul joins in!

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