The south wind blows in warm air and rain, then it turn and comes from the north with the blasts of cold air across the mountain. I think of the stories I've heard from native elders of the battling of the winds. I see the south wind son winning the battles. Then the North wind son grows stronger and starts winning.
The horses feel this change as they face the wind manes flowing in the south wind, turning their backs to the north wind.
I stand in gratitude of so many things this season.