Before there were turbines, the wind did its work unwitnessed. It moved seeds. It shaped coastlines. It carved canyons over centuries. It was there at the beginning and it was indifferent to whether we learned to use it. We are not indifferent. --- I grew up near the coast, where the wind was a constant companion — never quite an ally, never quite an enemy. It bent the trees into permanent gestures of leaning. It made the sea a living thing that thought in ridges and troughs. It was the firs
