O’ the wind, the rain & the phoenix
i love the way the wind howls at the moon. and the rain rips the land new. i love the way the river swells angry murky and brown all the way to its edges. I love the way it charges down the valley to spit in the oceans mouth.
i love the hills and how they lay dormant like great ancient monsters waiting for the earth to rattle them awake with a decent earthquake. i love the way the mist sits and swallows trees all day and eats the steal blue while the sun burns away.
you wanted me to stay in Marlborough where the weathers always mild but too much sun makes a desert. and here, i grow wild.