Cyclogenesis

Posted by on Sep 16, 2015 in Storyteller | No Comments

OnusIn windy days, like today, you can hear something where I live. There as a whistle, a sound like a flute surrounding the neighborhood. Hypnotic.

I haven’t managed to identify the origin of these harmonics yet. What is it that vibrates… what filtered the air to display these melodies.

“Wind” is just an attempt to reflect this “music”.

 
Wind
 

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