Wah-ZE-yah-tah (North)

From the top of the circle, sits him, he of cold, ice, snow, and air. He sneezes and we freeze, he coughs and it’s a blizzard, he cries and we shovel our way to the street. He knows that his presence is important to us, that he helps the earth rest and rejuvenate. Melting fast and warming, he knows soon, the prophecy of old will come true. The seasons will not matter, the fire will run freely, floods,earthquakes, and changes will be difficult to live with. He sighs and whispers loudly,” Thunder take over, they heed not our warnings or wisdom.” Just as the snow all melts down here…Strong Buffalo