It is late at night here in Kentucky. I really should be in bed, but I am having a little trouble getting to sleep. You see, there is a cold front moving through our area. On the front end there was a lot of rain. On the back end there will be a lot of cold. In the middle, there is only wind.
The wind that blows tonight fires my imagination and stokes my will to write. I have to ask myself why?
What is it about wind that so enlivens the mind? I remember once, on a windy night, I was having difficulty sleeping. I got up out of bed and wrote a short story centered around the wind I was hearing outside my window. The wind compels me to do the same on this night, but I hold this compulsion at bay. Seven o’clock will come early in the morning.
What does the wind do for you?