as if I were don quixote 追风车,堂.吉柯德似的

It was a beautiful accident that I encountered those windmills in Snyder, TX. It was a blessing that dramatic clouds showed up to change the look of a grayish blue, flat sky towards sunset. I was also lucky see them before sunrise.

I’ve never, ever seen so many windmills and from so close a distance before my trip to Snyder. And the wind was so powerful.  Many times, it  blew my hat away and I was chasing it like a crazy baby. Several times, I felt like the gusts would take me to heaven. But more often, I felt myself becoming don quixote whirling in a dream.



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