Temple of the Four Winds: d'ou vien le vent?

The night wore on apace as the winds increased, the sickle moon riding to westward , followed by a gradual distant glow of faintest apricot.
In a lurid light, filtered thru crepuscular haze, the cell of Heloise continued to resound with the orgiastic wailings, grunts and trials of a threesome in extremis.
Our good and godly brother Rabelais, could not have delineated a lustier scene...; the ongoing annealing of the Abbess....