sun-wind

Updated: June 14, 2025

Then from the edge of the western sky shot up into the yellow haze fair colours of pink and purple that seemed to say: 'The south wind may blow and burn the beauty of the earth, but the west wind will come again, its light wings laden with refreshment and joy. The sun was gone, the shadows of night were being laid upon the dreary land, when the wavy clouds about the brightening moon became like a shower of rose-petals; the breeze grew softer and softer, for it was, in the language of the peasant, the 'sun-wind, and the nocturnal peace began to reign over the sadness of the day's death.

Edward Harrison Barker - Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine