The wind and me
A s a child I sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind tossing my hair... As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when I used to sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to touch my face. Now as a woman, I have built my nest, but like the swallow... Sign in to see full entry.