The gusts of wind are small, erratic and laced with coolness, a depth of water vapor mixed with turbulence.
The minor breezes flow together, then apart and split off in different directions as an atom, separating, distinct and robust.
The size of the varying winds, I feel in my skin. The different temperatures, the directions they flow in, as if I am a large mast of a tall ship and my sail stutters and knows not within which direction to actually go.
I smile. I'm amused in this winds. It was not a deadly storm as it's wake is lighthearted. A series of winds, a weather condition that actually makes me smile with amusement and mirth.
Or maybe its that I'm just so pleased the air quality has returned to it's not putrid state that it has been lingering in yet again, forcing me to stay in among shut.
The leaves are dancing not choking. Even the sunshine is enjoying the show. The leaves cast shadows upon my living room walls. Shadows that appear to flow like a midflowing stream, clean, crisp and quick.
What a sudden dramatic turn!!
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