Aeolus

We should be pleased that Aeolus has visited Central, New York with his gusts and fury. The silence left from a windless night is somewhat haunting.

When teaching in Denmark, I loved the winds of the fjords that would lull me to sleep. While traveling Ireland, too, the winds off the Aran Islands were the most tranquil lullaby a guy could snooze to.

Of course, my house is shaking now with the gusts of 40 mph and I wonder what those who survive a tornado or hurricane feel. Either way, it seems rather appropriate that yesterday's winds accompanied my mother's colonoscopy (like my quirky connection here?)