Windy days are tailored days,
specially suited to a handful of things, and no matter how hard you try you can’t
make the others fit.
Kites fly high on a windy day. Trees
weave and sway back and forth on a windy day. Leaves flutter like bird wings on
a windy day, and through it all there’s the song of the wind. Whether you hear
a voice, or an instrument, you hear a song. Rising to a roar, falling to a
whisper, it howls and hums, shaking your sturdy home and rattling where it can.
It’s not a good day for a hike, when
everything you wear tries to take flight. The water slaps a bit too high, and
tries to roll right over your head. And any course you steer wanders off, no
matter which way the wind is blowing.
