I am not a Sun person. Not by any means, never have been, never will be. I am a person of the Moon. I like the shadows, the mystery and the darkness, I like the night, the fog and the mist. To that end, I don’t care for bright and sunny weather either. I prefer grey skies and fog that lies over the land like a blanket shrouding all that is in mystery. I like the fall when things cool down and I can even shroud myself in a warm shawl or blanket. I love a day with grey skies and a breeze that is cool but not cold, a breeze that is comfortable and indecisive about which direction in which it wants to blow, like it’s trying to trick you.
Today was just such a day.
I left my house and began my walk to work. I headed down the alleyway I always go down now strewn with leaves fallen from the trees, some scuttling across the alleyway others trying to break through the fences and escape from peoples tame gardens. Then there came a wind, the exact wind I described, going every direction at once. It seemed as though this breeze was mine though, it was asking me to dance. It started in front of me; I saw the leaves stirring on the ground ahead of me about 15 feet. The leaves came closer and closer staying low to the ground then lifted like a veil as they got to me. Up and around me they swirled, my hair joined in the dance swirling over and then up.
I continued walking and the breeze came with me all the while going this way and that, like a whirling Sufi dervish.
I’d seen this in the movies before. They have to get the fans just right to make this effect.
But this was for me. This was my own breeze, it was like a full body caress that started at my feet and went clear to the split ends of my hair.
And just like that, it was over.
I left my house and began my walk to work. I headed down the alleyway I always go down now strewn with leaves fallen from the trees, some scuttling across the alleyway others trying to break through the fences and escape from peoples tame gardens. Then there came a wind, the exact wind I described, going every direction at once. It seemed as though this breeze was mine though, it was asking me to dance. It started in front of me; I saw the leaves stirring on the ground ahead of me about 15 feet. The leaves came closer and closer staying low to the ground then lifted like a veil as they got to me. Up and around me they swirled, my hair joined in the dance swirling over and then up.
I continued walking and the breeze came with me all the while going this way and that, like a whirling Sufi dervish.
I’d seen this in the movies before. They have to get the fans just right to make this effect.
But this was for me. This was my own breeze, it was like a full body caress that started at my feet and went clear to the split ends of my hair.
And just like that, it was over.