Appointed by Zeus, Aeolus was the divine keeper of the winds. He has been commanded to release their power, and they howl and scream around us.
We watch trees stoop low and throw their branching arms down, and then suddenly hurl them skywards. Vegetation is wrestled to the ground.
Our emotions are heightened by the rage and fury outside, and we range between exhilaration and fear.
And then it happens—an endless screeching of ripping metal.
We lie in the dark swirling middle of the night. And we wonder, will the new owners still want their house without its roof?
We watch trees stoop low and throw their branching arms down, and then suddenly hurl them skywards. Vegetation is wrestled to the ground.
Our emotions are heightened by the rage and fury outside, and we range between exhilaration and fear.
And then it happens—an endless screeching of ripping metal.
We lie in the dark swirling middle of the night. And we wonder, will the new owners still want their house without its roof?
