Thursday, Jan. 23, 1964
The mournful, musical sound of the rising wind as it plays its melancholy tune on the edges of my aluminum roof, indicating the approach of a storm, instills in me an indescribable feeling of wonder and contentment as Isit at home in my old cabin in the late evening. Witnessing any violent natural disturbance stirs up this strange feeling of wonder and awe in me. It must be some ingrained instinct…
