Libra 14. A storm raging in Antarctica.
In the full moon the fierce wind is howling, raging, the snows gigantic tentacles lashing the landscape, gales pouring down the mountains, as waves of the sea crash onto cliffs of ice.
And peacefully angels walk through the garden’s raging perpetual winter, admiring the storm that is in full bloom, their hair and gowns gently flowing in their own mild breeze which follows them everywhere they go.