The Winds of Change and Continuity
Jean-Jacques rolled up the sails of his windmill, made sure that everything was in order before he headed home after a very long day.
A strong wind had woken him during the night, a wind like he was lucky to have once or twice per year. Not too strong, as too strong winds could be problematic, even catastrophic, but strong enough to grind as much grain as he would normally be able to do in two weeks time. Continue reading “The Winds of Change and Continuity”