I played tag with the wind coming down the hill.
I hid behind hedges, but he caught me at the crosswalk
And took my breath away as he unrolled my scarf,
Then he let me go.
I walked on smiling, full of his touch and energy.
He caught me one more time between two buildings,
Held me still against him;
I let his power wash over, through and around me.
I laughed as I could not move
Wrapped so tightly in his embrace.
Then he tousled my hair and let me go
with a caress.
Lovely. Beautiful and charming.
A cousin of his assaulted me brutally this morning while I was out walking the hounds and froze the smile on my face.
There is definitely something to be said for milder winters.
I should have read this one first.
How were you to know?
I think somebody thinks Mistral was a dog.
A doggone wind!
A wonderfully capricious piece, Emm. Loved it.
Thanks Paul. Wind energy is exhilarating and since I am about six years old sometimes, the child went out and played.