Spadge 2,642 Posted February 8, 2016 (edited) There is something about windy days I like. Everything feels so alive outside, stay for a while and soak it in, go for a walk on empty country roads and listen to the wind whipping through the nakes branches, like they're trying to tell you something. You shouldn't fear the wintry conditions, because an old raincoat will never let you down. There is that old and lonely farm house, out somewhere in the fields, I am hiking through the high wet grasses as I see it coming nearer. As I close the wooden door behind me, I hear silence, the loud noises and the storm seems now to be far away, but I hear the wind is breathing new life into this house's ancient walls, whistling through the many cracks and slots of this place, while the rain is gently knocking on the windows and the wooden floor is creaking under the agitations. I love listening. Edited February 8, 2016 by Spadge Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
