I have been blown away today watching the leaves being blown around by the winds that are currently lapping at these streets. I could not help but watch the roads filled with these little brown and golden shapes, like careless imps running without fear of repercussion into and out of the road. I drove along memorized by the formations the shapes the leaps and little scampers that they did as they seemingly came to life. Never letting down, the wind kept whisking them up in such elegant and yet playful whirls of fury. They were like naughty children whose only care was to follow each other and stay together, constantly running from the matriarchal wind.
What a lovely start to this blustery day. I can see the energy outside, see the birds struggling to fly into the fierce, unrelenting winds. I can feel the power of the elements surging through the streets, it feels as though it is seeping through the house, through any crack it can find, trying to penetrate every space between molecules. I imagine I can feel each gust as if i’m standing in it but here I am warm(ish) and safely inside.
I want to take my feather pillow and split it open into the wind and watch as it all finds it’s freedom on the wind. Watch as all the feathers fly once more up and out and on the wind and teasingly the wind lets up and then they fail, dropping to the floor only to find themselves soon grabbed again and whirled up again.
Ooop, here comes the rain. That soon soaks my feathers’ day dream…