Can you feel the wind, too? Do you feel it the same way I do? Do you feel it like a stomach ache or a heart flutter to me? Or are in you in wind itself the way my thoughts are in me? Or both? Does wind really end or does it just keep going around and around until it has seen the whole world, and then it keeps going again? Does it like seeing new places but also like coming back to something familiar? Are you afraid of tornadoes?
It’s been a gorgeous day. The wind has been that warm and yet still refreshing kind. I’m pretty sure a storm is coming and tomorrow will be rainy and cold, but that’s okay. Thank you for today. I bet I’ll be afraid of many tornadoes that will pass through my life and if I ever get to have children, I’ll have to be brave and hold them and make sure they know that tornadoes don’t mean you don’t love us anymore or that you don’t care about people. But I’ll also get to go on walks with them on days like today, and maybe fly kites like I used to with my Pawpee. And tape down tablecloths at potlucks. And close my eyes and breath the wind in as my hair flows back and dances. Thank you for today and the warm wind.