mad windy today.
shivers. what kind of wind so easily reaches the heart?
…the kind that stirs memories as it blows, whispering insidiously when you’re walking once friendly distances, saying you’re alone again.
a relentless reminder that through some unknown twist you’ve become to someone not much different than cracked leaves like those dragged to and fro on the sullen ground behind you–so different from the shared closeness of moments passed.
undeterred by cloth or sun, chilling body and heart.
no cold or wet weather, no long walk, ever bothers someone like me when i know i’m welcome.