Tonight it is windy. It has been windy all day. My windows rattle in their frames and the door bangs just loudly enough to annoy me, just a smudge too loud to ignore.
I walked to work in the wind, walking sideways, and I arrived with hair that had appreciated the fluffing up. I walked home in the wind, still warm despite the darkness.
That’s really something else, isn’t it? The wind in the dark, in the park as I take my shortcut home. There is something powerful about the wind, something I haven’t quite figured out yet.
Something especially mysterious about the wind at night when the invisible hides in the darkness.