Friday, November 26, 2004
Feral wind.
Yesterday it was hot, close to the old century, or 36 degrees in kilometres, but calm. A perfect early summer day.
Today it turned ugly. There's a wind that doesn't know what it wants. It's savage but it's undecided. It buffets this way and comes back the other way and when you turn around to get out of its way it picks up a bunch of dust and pitches it into your teeth.
This is the kind of wind that, in late summer, turns forests to ash.
Today it's just practising.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
Today it turned ugly. There's a wind that doesn't know what it wants. It's savage but it's undecided. It buffets this way and comes back the other way and when you turn around to get out of its way it picks up a bunch of dust and pitches it into your teeth.
This is the kind of wind that, in late summer, turns forests to ash.
Today it's just practising.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
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