wind-ruled

Updated: May 17, 2025

Say, what was it you asked me a bit ago what's doing in the city? Oh, there's a roof-garden or two just opened, twelve blocks up." I crossed a crow's-foot of street-car tracks, and skirted the edge of an umbrageous park. An artificial Diana, gilded, heroic, poised, wind-ruled, on the tower, shimmered in the clear light of her namesake in the sky.

O. Henry - The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million