Messed hair, set to nature’s score-
The mighty wind speaks.
For the last several days, the wind has been quite active where I live. At times, it sounds like the Big Bad Wolf is trying to blow our house down.
I’m not a fan of the wind because it stirs up dust, which aggravates my allergies. I also don’t like how it makes me look like I’ve stepped out of a wind tunnel portal from the eighties. My curly hair fluffs out so far, all I’d need is to tuck my jeans into my socks, swipe on some blue eye shadow, and wear a skinny belt around a long shirt and I’d have the perfect Halloween costume.
I can’t avoid the wind, though. I guess it’s more correct to say, I don’t want to hide from it. The roaring whisper of the gusts through the tall pines and oaks is like music to me. The echo of wind chimes that crescendo in time with the wind completes the symphony. So, I take my allergy medicine in the morning and take in the wind show in the afternoon.
It won’t be long before still heat takes its place.