El Viento

No one mentions the wind. 

Perhaps it is because after days and days of leaning into head winds that bend a body in half, it starts to feel normal.  Perhaps it is because we begin to look at the grass and wonder, "How does this thrive here. 

What is the secret."  Perhaps it is because the meseta is longer than eyes can see and the mind forgets to mention the constant presence of the voice howling around us...