Windy Evening

Windy spring evening brings me outside
to sit in the driveway with two cats,
listening to wind chimes and crickets
and swishing air.
I just sit, letting the whirls of air
wash over me;
slowing my brain to the pace
of the night–and the cats.
But I can feel the void as
I sit still and quiet;
feel the existential angst
always at the edge of things.
It’s okay.
I just sit.
The wind blows.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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