We almost always have a breeze here in the mountains. This week we have had more than breezes. We've had high winds. Winds that would blow the topknot of the cardinals.
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky.
I saw the different things you did
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call
I could not see yourself at all.
O you that are so strong and cold
O blower are you young or old?
O wind, a blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song.
Robert Louis Stevenson