The wind hasn’t blown since Christmas Eve.
I didn’t realize how dependent I had become on the inhaling and exhaling of the curtains, back and forth in the middle of the night, or the creaking of the bedroom door as it is sucked in and blown back.
Today it is as if the world itself has stopped breathing.
I opened the window again late last night and stared down at the motionless sheers wondering at the strangeness of it all… Everything seems so dead without the winds breath. I feel almost as if I am smothering myself. Surely the air has lost some quality.
I keep reminding myself that the wind is still blowing somewhere in the world. It isn't really dead, it is just holding its breath…for a long exhale that I will look forward to sharing.
This morning I am taking the girls hiking up in the hills. I hope to find the wind.