Saturday Morning

Other times when I hear the wind blow

I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

—  Fernando Pessoa, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

 


Notes: Photo – DK @ Cove Island Park.  Poem: Thank you The Vale of Soul Making

23 thoughts on “Saturday Morning”

  1. Beaumont the Sheepadoodle would like your beautiful photo — but as to the wind…. The wind is not his fav. In fact, I’ve started putting his thunder coat on him when the wind howls — it calms him.

  2. It’s so funny. I saw you pic (which is beautiful), I looked up at my skies and all I see is snow blowing off the roof of my garage. Then I read the text 🙂 That’s one way of sharing our world…

  3. DISAGREE! The howling winter winds in Saskatchewan that packed the snow into drifts so hard the horses could walk on them without breaking through were terrifying. The hot dry summer winds were equally depressing even to a kid.

  4. Birds seem to delight when catching the draft beneath their wings – the soaring as graceful as the quote, the photo capturing word and movement.

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