the wind
Saturday, September 6th, 2008It’s blowing through the trees, in the wake of a tornado watch seven miles away. Rustling the leaves as they hold on so tightly and deny the march toward fall.
The wind rises above the crickets and the ceiling fan and vies for my attention. It’s telling me, listen.
Embrace the sunsets. Roll in them. Taste all forty flavors.
Get outside, it tells me. These days are few. Squeeze that last bit of sunblock out of its tube and go.
