The Wind Devil

The Wind DevilWhen I was A kid on my father's ranch in California we used to chase wind devils. After the land had been plowed and harrowed, but before the cotton was up, the wind would raise towering whirlwinds and I used to chase them. It was half terror, half wild joy to be inside a wind devil. There was no breathing in there, no hearing, the noise so overwhelming it was a kind of drowning. You could only stand, deaf, grit-blinded and battered while some part of you was sucked up into the win...