Wind. It howls tonight. It swoops and soars taking with it everything that doesn’t want to be held back. Free. The night sky blue with flashes of daylight, electricity. Half moon slowly setting into low hanging clouds, almost gone for the night. It’s kept watch over its sky long enough, time to retreat. Driving home through swirling snow, sparse lightning on the periphery. Nature speaks my mind, my soul, and it’s just then I want to explain to someone not there. At the mercy of nature’s spirit, blown in the wind, flung around in the cradling arms of air dancing. The sound of wind chimes, unrelenting. Sense of hope, sense of spring. Air still warm, but changing. Swirling, spinning, soon back to winter, to snow, chapped cheeks and watery eyes, but for now undecided. Chaos, the snapping of crisp air against the earth, the trees, houses, cars, kicking up dust, whirling. The crystals of dizzy snowflakes illuminated for split seconds by flashes behind the clouds. A photograph of nature just to be lost in the moment. Like I am.
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