Jour: 19 mars 2026

"By midnight, the wind was straight out of the west, and he heard the moan leap to bellowing, a terrible wind out of the catalog of winds. A wind related to the Blue Northern, the frigid Blaast and the Landlash. A cousin to the Bull’s-eye squall that started in a small cloud with a ruddy center, mother-in-law to the Vinds-gnyr of the Norse Sagas, the three day Nor’easters of maritime New England. And uncle wind to the Alaskan Williwaw and Ireland’s wild Doinionn.  Stepsister to the Koshava that assaults the Yugoslavian plains with Russian snow, the Steppenwind, and the violent Buran from the great open steps of central Asia, the Crivetz, the frigid Viugas and Purgas of Siberia, and from the north of Russia, the ferocious Myatel. A blood brother of the prairie Blizzard, the Canadian Arctic screamer known simply as Northwind, and the Pittarak smoking down off Greenland‘s ice fields. This nameless wind scraped the Rock [New Foundland] with an edge like steel." From The Shipping Ne…