A Love Letter To Wind

“No experience like that of wind truly centers and envelops me in space and self.”

At the base quiet and still, I look up as the form of the mound moves; swaying back and fourth, alluding to a greater force above my head. Moving up the mound, spiralling into the sky as the journey unfolds full of the sound of rustling of leaves and the wind, fait however growing stronger as I rise up from the cover of the tall grass.

I arrive to the top, eye level with the canopy around me, my awe fueled by nostalgia and insignificant scale in comparison to place, Among the the sky a quiet excitement and fulfilment fills me.

On top of the mound, amongst a symphony of leaves, I sit. Leaning back, arms outstretched looking over the land.

There’s no experience I love more than that of the invisible beauty and beast that is wind. To experience this great force in action, to hear the rustling of dried leaves, the cutting chill of it across my skin, its graceful, flowing dance across the glimmering surface of the river. 

Wind and Architecture

To relate this experience of wind to architectural experience, when we allow architecture to have a conversation with wind and the outside world. We accept a level of potential discomfort, a deviation from the conditioned spaces we have become accustomed to however in return, what we gain from such conversations is a deep understanding of environment and self.

The wind in space carries scents and breathes energy and movement into space. The combination of light, wind and by extension, movement, in architecture is one of linearity. To watch the dance of dappled light as it traces across the floor over the course of the day is a visual, quite subtle conversation with time as it moves forward.

No experience like that of wind truly centers and envelops me in space and self.

Written by Ethan Scotney 28/7/2024 : All rights reserved Magni Studio 2024