Madness in the Wind

I am going to have to move again. I love this little cabin and the view in the golden light of the sunsets, but the wind never stops. Like water slowly dripping, the wind can drive one mad and for me, that is added push I do not need.  Out in the desert, madness is not a stranger.  With the heat, the desolation, and the wind, the mind has many things to battle. It’s especially maddening at night for as the land becomes quieter, the sounds of the wind are more noticeable.  Even when light, winds chase around the corners and hidden places of the mind, finding every crack and opening until they fill one with a special kind of madness.  It is a madness that causes one to talk to themselves, to stare blindly for hours at the horizon, to hoard money beneath mattresses, and to listen to radio preachers crying from dusk to dawn. Madness is far too near.