sly north wind

Angus and Julia - Paper Aeroplane by littlelinds

On windy Sunday afternoons I have more difficulty than usual to stay indoors and do what I'm supposed to be doing. On windy days I have this urge to be outside and feel the wind pull back my hair. I have a theory that on windy days your true desires and regrets emerge. I wish I could see some statistics on how many people today make an impulsive decision. I think we do it because on a windy day it feels like whatever you say or do, it might just blow away with the wind. This morning I found myself sitting on the front deck just thinking listlessly for half an hour or so with no real intention on doing anything in particular but rather instead just imagining and dreaming of different possibilities. I usually get bored of my own mind chatter but on windy days it feels like a solid companion and it's almost enjoyable to look back and look forward on good and bad memories in life. Days like today I really wish I had someone to have a picnic with by the water.