The wind this morning.

Today, in the morning, I woke up to a sound of a flower pot crashing. When I rushed out to my balcony I saw it was not one of mine. I opened the balcony doors, the windows in the bedrooms. Things fell, photo frames collapsed. R stood around trying to balance a vase in his hands and stopping the bedroom door from slamming shut with his foot. My mother was blissfully sleeping, snoring softly and completely ignorant about things crashing all around. I was in the kitchen stirring some sugar in my very large cup of tea and suddenly found myself wondering rather aloud “Where is the wind coming from?”

No one really  knows. Do they?

Wind on the Hill

A.A.Milne

1882- 1956

“No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows”.

 

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