The wind whispers in my ear.

The winds have been howling. Something fierce. Out of the north. And laced by rain. For two days now. That's the way it is in Sardinia. At year's end. In winter. But there's no snow. No freezing temperatures. For me, a Minnesotan, it ain't quite like winter. But a reminder that weather can be inclement. Even in Paradise. Still, I like the winds. The enormous gusts. But straight-line winds. This ain't tornado country. When I'm walking north, I can hardly move. Like bucking the force in a wind tunnel. When I turn south, the wind whispers in my ear. Move along. Faster. Faster. Faster. --Jim Broede