sometimes when the wind blows like it has the last few days i sit outside at night and allow it to wash over my face, instantly disturbing any thoughts trying to form into some element of reality. the strength of the intermittent gusts forces my eyes to close
i forget that my arms are a little cool and my feet should have shoes on them
i just sit there, imagining mother earth is speaking to me, so soothing
the sounds of streaming howls, leaves bustling across the porch and fragile branches cracking only to end up on the ground with a final snap as they land
no crickets, or tree frogs or any of the other critters that make up the nature choir that normally sings on a hot, humid night...all night
just the wind. and me. and no thoughts. peace
but for some reason my mind doesn't allow me to be at that resting state for too long before the "what ifs"start winning over
what if the wind blows a tree down upon the house
what if the wind knocks out the power, cuz then i have to worry about not having an alarm clock to wake me for work. i hate being late for work
or...
i have to worry that the damn sump pump in the basement not being able to do its job without power.
where is the shop vac? does it still work? how many buckets of water will i have to bail out to keep all that is stored from getting soaked. ruined. moldy.
stuff in the basement that doesn't need to be there anymore. in my opinion
maybe a tornado will form
nah
i wish it would rain
sometimes i sit outside when it rains, half sheltered and half exposed to the wetness that the wind picks up and washes across my face, instantly disturbing any thoughts that were trying to form into some element of reality. the strength of the intermittent spraying forces my eyes to close...
