I fell in love with the wind, when the days grew darker and the curtains were drawn against her touch, the shutters barred against her whispering. I listened, and saw her beauty in the falling leaves, like tongues of flame against the grey…

I fell in love with the wind, when the days grew darker and the curtains were drawn against her touch, the shutters barred against her whispering. I listened, and saw her beauty in the falling leaves, like tongues of flame against the grey…