winds

Woke up to the full moon the "Wolf" moon shining through the bedroom window. Yesterday was day two of the January thaw. Roads were covered with water, the snow is gone, people washing their cars. The wind from the south blew hard all night long.

The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music. The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it.

Walden
Henry David Thoreau