The Wind

W.O. Mitchell gets it right again:

…He found that many simple and unrelated things could cause the same feelings to lift up and up within him till he was sure that he could not contain it.  The wind could do this to him, when it washed through poplar leaves, when it set telephone wires humming and twanging down an empty prairie road, when it ruffled the feather on one of Sherry’s roosters standing forlorn in a bare yard, when it carried to him the Indian smell of burning straw back.  Once the feeling had been caused by the sound of Gaffer Thomas’s bucksaw wheehawing impatiently on the other side of the O’Connal back fence; another time, by a cow calling; still another, by the warm smell of bread baking.  A tiny garden toad had become suddenly magic for him one summer day–the smell of leaf mold, and clover, and wolf willow.  Always, he noted, the feeling was most exquisite upon the prairie or when the wind blew. (Who Has Seen the Wind, p. 120)

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