The wind blew across the glazed surface of the frozen lake, intent upon entering a small cabin on the northern shore. After circling through the trees, glistening from the clean, white snow, the howling messenger of Aeolus descended, sending a wintry blast of air through a slightly opened window.
"Arthur Guy Funkhouser, Portrait of a Doctor,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 16
, Article 23.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol16/iss2/23