windish

A parse note on the winds of this here place.

This place and town where I live, I really must say..
there is something about the winds. And I mean the winds right this now moment.

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Let me regale you for only but a breath,

As the winds tear along the street-scape of this simple and fade-blazen town
it is as if the fiery winds of hell itself, as if this plane of existence has but for a moment been razed and the hellish winds of some unknown otherworldly place curl up and scare across the streets of this town -of my now town.

This is another-worldly wind.

The winds are so rash in this moment that I feel almost as if I was tasting and facing my last moments on earth. Perhaps walking some lonely winter-ish scape across a barren and snow-swept land tasting nothing but the ripping blasts of wind on my face and against my tired body.. and those winds, these now winds pushing and pressing me away and on to a next plane of existance.

As if the winds were pushing.. tearing the very life out of me.
As I take a step I am hit aback, I cannot step.
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Let’s take a breather for a moment, shall we?

This evening I have enjoyed a very happy dinner at some local family/friend’s home. And what a time it was. But right before I was to set foot to way and press home for the night, tonight, I could already, from the warm comfort of my host’s hovel, hear the winds screaming at me from outside.

Now, hang on, I understand this post is a little bit beyond a normal voice, my normal voice, but I implore you, readership, I have never seen nor felt winds like this. It is only a little hope that I have that maybe my above descriptions will give you some taste of what these winds here are really like.

And maybe then, there is you telling me that I should travel more and see more places where more winds rip across the scape.

And just maybe I will. For if I survive the winds of this here town maybe my next journey will be to a mountaintop where winds not only blow but with a wicked force shape the very peaks upon the face of this earth. Strong winds that mountains, too, form and weather.

Anyways, maybe you can taste my dramatic point.
And with this happy story do I commend you good night and wish you the best of days as you, too near your Friday and week’s end. I suppose I could be grateful for the wonderful wind-energy these gusts provide me/us/my town.
Thank you for the listen. Thank you, and good-night.

Ciao.