It spreads seeds, guides clouds, tests sailors.
Sometimes it cleanses the air; sometimes it dirties it.
Sometimes it brings close what was far off and sometimes it scatters what was close by.
Invisible and untouchable, it caresses or strikes, whispers or roars.
Some think it says, ‘I blow wherever I wish.’
But no one really understands.
Does it announce what is to come?
Weather forecasters in China are known as ‘mirrors of the wind’.

Eduardo Galeano, Hunter of stories

[We kunnen wind niet aanraken, wind wel ons, wat een macht, wat een observatie van Galeano. ]