Its cover of darkness, the comfort of a well worn duvet.
Its quite stillness and calm, a welcome to respite to the heat and bustle of the day.
I want to sit, in the moment; walk, alone with thoughts; smile, with the wind; and just be.
Instead, because it is late, I head for the train. I want to linger, but I should just go home.
Too bright, too hard, too shiny, too plastic and too choke full of people. Garish. It repulsed me so much, but I stepped into the crush anyway.
Which is reality, and can’t I choose?
The way it blows against your face.
Like a lover’s warm embrace.
Or roaring loudly in your ear.
A gentle breeze, so cooling.
Or strong gales you almost fear.
Or swirling ’em around the ground.
A smile comes from my frown.
Even lifting skirts and dresses.
Playfully scolding: why give so much care?
to prim and proper appearances.
Imagine lifting off your feet.
By the gentle power that touches all.
The way it brushes away your tears.
The way a lover holds you near.