My element is Earth. But I am the Wind.

[force]

I noticed something today that should have been painfully obvious through the many years of my life. The highs and the lows, the hope and the despair, they change not with my circumstances...but with the wind. Today the wind began to really blow for the first time in a long while, beginning late at night during a thunderstorm, then carrying on

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[kurokuma]

Not to kill the poetry of the post, but, invest in a fan. I hate stagnant air, and sometimes think that I could tolerate this horrible place if the air would just fucking move a little, rather than covering everything like a sweltering blanket. I could easily see how it could be a depressing influence.

[force]

I almost commented on this last time, but I hate to reply negatively to well wishes. In short: I don't write these things to get a 'pat on the back' or some token offering of support. I write them for myself so I don't forget.

But that being said, I have two fans: A ceiling mounted one that is never off and a large pedestal fan in the corner of the room. But it's not the same as the free-ranging wind, and when the window is closed the air goes nowhere.

[kurokuma]

That's okay, I don't really expect anyone to take what I say to heart. I enjoy being a philistine. :P

[lilacwolf]

How strange...

I was walking to work this afternoon and the wind was blowing. It was slightly cool and I was admiring how happy and free it made me feel just to feel the wind around me. I love fall. The leaves and the smells. The wind blowing like it does.

If there's no autumn in Heaven, I don't want to go.