Letters for Astrid
Letters for Astrid I think today is very hot where you live. Your parents drove you some miles south for an ocean breeze. Here the wind is blowing hard, and we had rain. Only two more weeks of summer left. When I was in school I learned the phrase “equinoctial winds” from one of the Brontës. They were three sisters who wrote up a storm almost two hundred years ago. I loved the sound of equinoctial, a bumpy word that causes havoc in the mouth. Every time the wind blows in September or in March, I say it—equinoctial— and picture women walking on the moors, long skirts snapping around their legs. Moors is another word we can play with when we meet Wind and words have a lot in common and so will we. It won’t be long now before the wind blows me down to your new home. You can tell me then all the new sounds you have learned to make. And I will tell you my new favorite word. Sherry Robbins, September 8, 2020
Sherry Robbins 
Lovely
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