ablewind

It is the capricious wind, that fitful tease, that playful gust, the wayward puff and gasp of air. Those four cardinal breaths of the world that ever tug upon the loose tassles and strings of our clothing. The ever present volume of air, Air… that is filling our lungs and feeding our souls. It is the fluid, born of leaves that is the catalyst of our will. The will to speak, the will to sing, the will to give voice and expression of the self within us all. ~ An Able Wind.