the screaming of my loneliness...
I love the way the wind informs of a coming storm. Beware it whispers through oak tree leaves and across abandoned backyards. The sky is covered with ominous gray clouds and the wind is rushing everything along. Suddenly you think about the windows left down in your car, the valuable items left out on the back lawn, and the windows left open in your home. Hurry, let's shut out the storm and protect ourselves ourthings, ourspirits.
Whilst in Saigon we became trapped in a sudden storm. There was a warning breeze, but we failed to heed it. We traipsed up back alleys knee-deep in disgusting water and I wondered why I ignored the wind. Familiarity? The strangeness of the country made the wind seem like a bothersome old friend. Ego? Here, on a foreign continent, no storm would dare ruin my dinner. Or perhaps just laziness and nonchalance.
Regardless, I've been heeding the warning wind in my own life lately. I feel something large is about to happen.
Whilst in Saigon we became trapped in a sudden storm. There was a warning breeze, but we failed to heed it. We traipsed up back alleys knee-deep in disgusting water and I wondered why I ignored the wind. Familiarity? The strangeness of the country made the wind seem like a bothersome old friend. Ego? Here, on a foreign continent, no storm would dare ruin my dinner. Or perhaps just laziness and nonchalance.
Regardless, I've been heeding the warning wind in my own life lately. I feel something large is about to happen.