Windy night. Gusting upwards of 30mph. It howls as it runs through the trees. They shiver and murmmer at the wind's caress. The air grows chill - dropping lower then it's been in weeks. Brisk bite reminds us spring yet holds sway; summer has not yet arrived. Double overtime prepares to begin. My Love a tense ball of anxiety waiting, watching, crying out at each close call. The wind makes a fierce companion to his frustrations.

I sit. Sharing in the moment, listening to the wind. Dreaming of it lifting me and soaring with it's strength. The potential freedom and the raw power it sings to me as it blows my building. It calls and I close my eyes and listen, wishing I could answer.

Windy, gusty night.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 4/13/2004 10:34:49 PM ~ ~