One of the things I had to get used to those many, many, many years ago, when I married Terry and we moved to where we live now
Was getting used to the wind. For you see I grew up in the middle of an orchard,
Here, where we live, the wind starts in March and stops around the 1st week in June
It’s not constant —as in never stopping, but it is consistent
Sometimes the wind is playful, sometimes whipping the words out of mouths
Sometimes vicious and mean and ugly, and sometimes just a whisper like lovers’ talk…soothing and caressing, singing a lullaby
I quickly found I love the wind. I love standing outside in the wind and letting it murmuring, or slam into me, hearing it moan, and cry in the treetops.
Wind, water, earth, moon, stars, sun…it’s all a huge part of me.
But I think you already know that. 🙂
From my world to your heart,