The voice of God is the wind

Today has been the day of wind. Howling, rumbling, whistling. Like a blowtorch. Like there is a dragon in North Dakota trying to blowout the birthday candles on a cake in Chicago. Windows rattle. Blown-down tree branches litter the streets. Large outdoor Christmas tree displays topple. This is the Windy City. People cover their faces with scarves and lean into the wind as they walk along the street. Against the wind is uphill.

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