Today the wind blows fiercely.
Branches are falling,
their remnants littering the roads.
The towering evergreen sentinels
guarding my little sky-fortress
are caught up in a wild and impassioned
dance and I...
I am quiet.
I am still.
Brimming with
a heady, disembodying sensation,
I step out into the day
and let November's cool rush around me,
swirling my cloak, tangling my hair...
kissing my neck.
I am calm in its wild.
I am free in its chaos.
Loving winds, wake me please.
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