dance #354, winds rush

Wednesday December 9, 2009

Winds rush.

5 p.m. Winds rush and rip through the city. Slashing. Searing cold whips at bodies. But there’s still a warmth where there is stillness. I lean into the wind to propel myself forward. Later, at home I sit and listen to the wind rattling window panes. Whipping the trees. Rushing round corners. It is still and warm inside. Alice and I play with string. Winter has arrived.

~ by nmyers on December 12, 2009.