They hold an enigmatic charm, these odd houses with arms reaching into the sky. You see them dotting landscapes, associate them with fields of grain, farms... You see them in romanticism, Don Quixote fighting the giants... Jonathan Creek solving mysteries from his charming home stuffed with magic memorabilia... Johnny Depp saving the day in "Sleepy Hollow". They are both comforting and sometimes, quite creepy with their weird sense of lonliness.
Personally, I've never seen one up close. They're in that category of mythical creatures that I hope someday to see. I've even daydreamed of what it would be like to live in one.. with all the creaks and pops of moving machinery.
To that end, I've created a windmill that is an opulently rich living quarter. Not so much along the lines of what I'd expect if I packed my bags and moved to a lonely windmill on the outskirts of town.. but more what I'd hope an extravagant home would be like.
