Tonight it is hard to sleep for no particular reason. I
listen to the wind outside howling. Waves and waves of compressed air particles
flowing up and over the hillside. The weather can get angry out here; a glance
outside can reveal furious clouds billowing out over what suddenly look like hardened
mountains, almost as if they are crashing up and over the mountains and
throwing themselves into the sky in a rage.
And that all precipitates a system of dark clouds that upon
arriving plunge the land into silence and stillness and snow gently begins to
fall.
