The wind and I walked home from work yesterday under a perfect pre-dusk sky.
He whistled happily at the blues and purples and oranges painted above our heads, keeping time with my walk. And as we walked, he pointed things out to me - a baby bird that was learning to fly, a dragonfly couple locked in dance and lone flower growing amidst a bed of dry grass. We smiled silently at each other as we noticed a cloud shaped like a neuron.
Half way through the field of grass we were crossing, he paused. My feet stopped dead and my eyebrows furrowed at how quiet it seemed without his happy whispering in my ear. The very next moment, I heard a wonderful rustling from above my head.
A grin spread across my face as he began to sing me a beautiful song, running trills over the leaves of the tree. He swooshed over the expanse of grass, rippling it in harmony. I watched the green and yellow hues play on the field as he ran through it, singing so loudly that I was almost knocked over with the force of it.
There's no happiness more infectious than the happiness of the wind, I suddenly thought to myself, smiling appreciatively at the world. As the tune drew to a close, he slipped his hand in mine and I felt my steps spin into a twirl. And another, and again after that until I had to catch my breath.
Yesterday the wind stepped out of the sky and walked me home - swishing, humming and telling me things; under a painted sky that beamed companionably down on our giddy, happy souls.
[While I will admit that this is a little insane, even for me, I assure you there's no need to have me committed yet.]
He whistled happily at the blues and purples and oranges painted above our heads, keeping time with my walk. And as we walked, he pointed things out to me - a baby bird that was learning to fly, a dragonfly couple locked in dance and lone flower growing amidst a bed of dry grass. We smiled silently at each other as we noticed a cloud shaped like a neuron.
Half way through the field of grass we were crossing, he paused. My feet stopped dead and my eyebrows furrowed at how quiet it seemed without his happy whispering in my ear. The very next moment, I heard a wonderful rustling from above my head.
A grin spread across my face as he began to sing me a beautiful song, running trills over the leaves of the tree. He swooshed over the expanse of grass, rippling it in harmony. I watched the green and yellow hues play on the field as he ran through it, singing so loudly that I was almost knocked over with the force of it.
There's no happiness more infectious than the happiness of the wind, I suddenly thought to myself, smiling appreciatively at the world. As the tune drew to a close, he slipped his hand in mine and I felt my steps spin into a twirl. And another, and again after that until I had to catch my breath.
Yesterday the wind stepped out of the sky and walked me home - swishing, humming and telling me things; under a painted sky that beamed companionably down on our giddy, happy souls.
[While I will admit that this is a little insane, even for me, I assure you there's no need to have me committed yet.]
Made my way here through a random acquaintance's post on Facebook. You write well. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :) That's the best thing to hear.
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