One of the things that I have discovered about myself is that the wind means something to me. At night when I am walking or just standing outside and the wind starts to blow and the moon shines down i feel connected to everything. I heard it once said that the wind carries the history of the world.
When the wind rustles through the trees it does not carry with it only the cooling relief that we need to this sweet desert but the goings and doings of those around the world. It carrys the kiss and sigh of two teenagers first kiss at the front door, it carries the sound of a mother walking around outside to calm her sick child...
Everything is in the wind! Not only the wonder and joy but also the horror and malice that is inevitable in this world.
2 comments:
Ow, OWW! Do you hear that? It's my inner poet creaking out to enjoy this post!
BTW, the word verification for my comment was "mating". Hmmmmmm.
I like it. you should write more!
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