Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wind-swept
The wind finally blew in today. Today was a grab-your-clothes-as-you-walk day (that might be a little too feminine for everyone to understand, but believe me it was necessary in a skirt). It's like everything good was floating in the air and finally decided to hurry itself along. I always thought the sunshine was my favorite and it still might be, but the wind really makes me feel like I'm home. I wish they could get together one of these afternoons before my chances at a hot wind are over for the year. I'm not really sure why the wind becomes a comfort. It stings with dust and sand sometimes, but there are not very many things nicer than walking straight into it and feeling your clothes billowing in back of you. The way you can't really hear anything except the whistling in your ears is like silence only musical. Fighting with the wind is a struggle, but it let's you win most of the time. Don't ever forget that it lets you win. The wind was just with me today when I walked outside, it felt a lot like not being alone.
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That's beautiful - I love your description.
Quite lovely Linda!
After arriving in Denver, waiting for the rental car, often it is the wind who is the first one to welcome me and I know I am almost home.
hmmm...the wind turns my calm into turmoil...I hear it tearing at my shingles,asking them to fly away with it...it sends grit into my nostrils and ears...it covers my skin with grime...and why did I fix my hair, I should have just put on a hat, but wait, the hat would just blow away...it turns a lovely day into ruin...it turns water and fire into dangerous vessels...it makes me want to stay inside
I have to say I agree with MLLR. In addition it makes it near-impossible (and quite dangerous) to tarp grain trucks, it causes JD combines to overheat, it causes planters to emit false high population warnings and Case combines to emit false air intake warnings. It causes corn to dry out faster than it can be cut. It makes it difficult to row the field you are cultivating, It causes air filters to clog, it doubles the amount of fuel burned in a trip to the elevator, it turns ordinary Reedy children into liars and tattletales and Jeanettes into bullies.
No, it's wonderful. I remember walking in between Boyd and Ford one day my freshman year and the wind was blowing and I felt un-homesick for a minute and then I remembered the wind. I've loved it ever since. I love "a southbound mattress" and the way the wind howls around the house that you are snug inside and the way it blows up ALL of your hair straight up and that feels neat.
I love how it makes ripples in the grass and the crops and the way it makes Anna smile and feel her hair, looking for it.
Thanks for the snaps and hisses. I just had a nice day yesterday, and the wind hadn't blown in such a long time that I realized I missed it.
i'm with mllr and lobiwan unless it's just a soft breeze...the wind makes me grumpy, stinging my legs with swirling sand in the summer and slashing into my clothes in the winter
I like the wind because it brought back Linda's voice.
Motorists slow down to avoid a southbound mattress blowing across the 2600 block of West Mary Street Wednesday, April 11, 2001, as winds gusting to 63 m.p.h. move through Garden City.
I suspect betsyann means something different...do you have the time to explain betsyann? because I am intrigued to the point of swirling fantasies of unwritten and undrawn works of art for the small town fellowshipping tool in my head.
The fall festival of the southbound mattress starring an old blue and white striped cotton affair stuffed with ticking and being paraded around town with honor and with children, dogs and weddings and fireworks to accompany and augment the party. It'll be the kind of affair that can only happen when the labor day wind returns to blow away the last of the summer heat.
I'll let betsyann fill you in ben, but i think you found the correct reference. I never knew the wind was so controversial...hmmmm.
You have exactly the right reference, Ben. When you found it, did it include the picture? It was my favorite front page ever. Though I also loved the picture of the vet working on the camel, with the caption "Zoo veterinarians euthanize a camel..."
please forgive me, google only had the cached version with no photos and the original has been purged from the paper's online files...
the wind is visiting evans at the moment, too, but chilly and unforgiving to my mind, a wind we cannot expose our baby to even though we let her eat the cheerios she finds on the floor hours and days after she has stashed them there...we sat in the parking lot awaiting said babe and her mother and the three of us watched from the safety and relative wind-imperviousness of the van while the wind brought all the careless lite trash of ten thousand consumers and employees along with leaves and dirt and swirling animosity waiting to blast us and punish us in a funnel of invisible air but now made known by the upward spiral of plastic bags emblazoned and cast away or lost and leaves and leaves and leaves and we remembered when Jesus compared the Holy Spirit to the wind and we wondered where it was headed once it finished playing its tune for us
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