I am drawn to the sound of the wind. I like to hear it howl and rattle the beams of my old house. There is something comforting and familiar that is conjured when elements collide; the way the waves crashing on a shore lull us to sleep.
It is the cradle song of a long lost and forsaken mother; the one, who in the deepness before time, birthed chaos and order into existence. And ever since, these errant siblings have been locked in an endless struggle. Each seeking to deface the others works; recklessly creating beauty in the post-partum depression of the big bang.