We’re in the process of making a transition from the wet, but beautiful northwest to cold and windy southeast Wyoming.
Each year, in the state of Washington, I geared up (literally) for the onslaught of constant rain and dark during the fall and winter and spring days. It seemed as if as soon as October arrived, so did the gloomy weather.
Now, before the covid lockdowns this wasn’t much of a problem. I’d just load up my backpack with writing supplies and my laptop and head on over to my favorite coffee places. I’d sit by the fire, with my laptop, enjoying its warmth as I occasionally gazed outside to watch the boats glide by in the harbor.
I found ways to enjoy the rain. And sometimes there’s something kind of romantic and mysterious about the cloudy weather that lends itself to imagining all kinds of potential stories to be stored away for future writing days.
But in Wyoming, dark clouds are rare (yay!) and sunshine is plentiful (big yay), but wind is an almost daily occurrence.
And I don’t mean whimpy wind. I mean WIND. The kind of wind that knocks semis off the interstate, and makes walking a challenge of strength just to maneuver in a straight line. The kind of wind that screams around building corners and sends clouds of dust powerful and gritty-sharp enough to scalp a hatless man or woman.
I woke up this morning to another windy onslaught and gritted my teeth. Another day of wind? Oh no, God. Please make it stop.
But the wind is not going to stop. This is the way of Wyoming. The high altitude and treeless prairies invite the wind to fill the empty spaces. And the wind obliges, with gusto.
I saw some pronghorn antelope recently. I’m amazed how these creatures survive out in the open range during the cold and wind.
We’re building a nice, big house on acreage where we intend to plant fruit trees and berry bushes and anything else that is able to stay grounded. Everyone around here with land plants wind barriers of bushes and evergreen trees on the north and west of their property to shield their home. Good idea!
So, what’s good about the wind?
- It cleanses. Not too much air pollution around here!
- It brings good things like much needed precipitation from the west.
- It gets my imagination rolling because the wind sounds like music, and music is the brain’s great motor.
- It makes me strong. Otherwise I’d blow away!
- It reminds me of the power of God, and calls me to pray.
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Beautiful! Even the wind and the waves obey Him!