These last few years ive noticed a little gust of playful wind greeting me as I walk up to our house door. It rustles through a beech hedge for a second or so and no more. It stops once Im passed.
This also happens when I return home from a journey.
It must be a wind spirit of sorts. In Japan they would call it Fujin.
It is comforting in a strange way.
It must be a wind spirit of sorts. In Japan they would call it Fujin.
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