Outside it rages blusters and blows away with the cobwebs enough of those the air so fresh flows down my throat a cleansing purity had ever I hoped
hair pulled and clothes tugged this way and that A dance with nature though it feels like combat unforgiving and powerful the wind at sea a wake-up call, a reminder of how thankful I must be
After some weeks of clouded mentality, here is a poem about how a blustery day can whip me back into shape.