The omnipotent wind understood that I need a push. Swoooooosh. Coursing, pulsing, pushing me...
Where should I ride these winds, so boisterous and bold? Was I supposed to know? Where are they hinting, suggesting? Why, on this day, did they push so vehemently?
The congruence of the west winds, pulsing and calling my follies out to play. As if ordained and scripted solely for me. Forcing my latent dreams up, up and out...until they floated in the stratosphere with the colliding jet streams.
My lungs filled.
My heart thumped.
My soul lifted.
My dreams soared.
My brain questioned.
Brilliant pure white clouds illuminated by the sunlight, piercing the space between me and the royal blue open.
Open, it seemed, to anything I dared throw at it...able to absorb all. Challenging me, daring me, encouraging me, pleading with me...
Coursing. The wind blew so hard that as I inhaled it, I imagined bringing in air that had just left Minnesota. The gale-force wind pushed through my yard and sliced into me, lifting me. Blowing my norms and sensibilities into submission; allowing alliances with novelties, which, on second examination, were actually old, familiar thoughts, stretching after years of dormancy.
Then I pulled back, awash in myopic shame, guiltily wondering how I could be so audacious as to believe this wind, and its unbridled energy, visited just for me. But the wind just pushed more.
A cloud sprinted. The wind shook the sky's colors into an explosion of every possible, perfect blue. The wind staked claim to the sky's effervescent splendor.
All day, pounding. All day, wondering. And finally knowing: I could finally interpret its wild call: "Be here, Denise. Soak in this exact moment. Right now." A physical, tangible talisman of right now.