It’s been pretty windy here. It might be my favourite thing about fall, aside from the colours; that kinda goes without saying. But when a strong breeze starts blowing, I swear it makes me want to grab a throw, sit in the rocker on my front porch and sip my coffee…yup, straight out of a Pinterest shot.
But I love the feel of the wind across my skin, and through my hair
…yes, even when it blows into my face and sticks to my lip gloss…sigh.
But it’s the sound of the wind I find so relaxing. It covers the noise of traffic near by, and the crunch of the garbage truck mashing the week’s trash into oblivion. It drowns out the mechanical to make room for the natural. And it makes me breathe a little slower and relax a little deeper. It let’s me stay a little longer and sip a little sweeter.
Until the baby wakes up…then I bring him out with me,
so he can try to eat the wind.