Rumbling, that car, MY car, speeds down the highway
passing farms and fields are blurs of green and gold
not to be noticed unless you are alone
like me. A mosquito snaps me out of my trance
by smashing itself against my face. Thanks, little nuisance.
I think of the air ruffling my hair
I love the wind
I gaze in wonder at the cumulus below
mountainous, they form ranges to rival the
Himalayas. Unearthly quiet fills the cabin as the
sun dips below the horizon, coloring
the sky with shades of lavender and pink
I think of height and of the universe
I cannot feel the wind around me.
We used to care little for the weather
it was a thing to be ignored, to be accounted
for in our daily lives. Now dust flies in my
eyes while others are drenched
in torrential rain. Gusts add to our punishment
I think of irreversible errors
I fight the wind
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