What do you consider fun? Well, for me I enjoy writing. Many memories, thoughts and ideas seem to inundate me at the weirdest moments. Sometimes I wake up with stories forming or I "read" to myself of books I am beginning to write. Here is a recent paper I turned in for my English class:
Dear Wind,
Oh how I love you! You are always with me, beating at my
heart with thousands of happy memories that we have shared together; thoughts
of you often invade my mind unbidden. I
enjoy picking these memories out one by one and reliving them when you are not
around to satisfy my craving for your company.
As
I work in the office trying to get caught up on paperwork, I hear you rapping
at the window asking me to come outside and play. I look out the window and see
children surrounded by you enjoying your titillating breeze as they swing on
the swing set, pumping their legs back and forth trying to catch you, and asking
you through their body language to take them higher and higher still. Others
are happily sliding down the long and short slides at the playground basking in
your goodness; they smile and take in your beauty and the sunshine all around
them, cheering and singing their happy little made-up songs.
I
open the window to spend a little time with you before getting back to my work.
Your warm whispering breath teases through my hair causing me to smile and
remember so many times that we have shared together. One such memory comes to
my mind; our “adventure” in the backyard last weekend as we were preparing the
flowerbeds for the pansies, peonies and other perennials we were going to
plant. You were such a tease! As I would pull a weed out of the soil to shake
it out, you would send a short breeze my way just as I was tamping out the
extra dirt, causing the excess to fly in my face. Shaking off the dirt I smiled
at you with love and a teasing light of my own, remembering other times when I
had been the tease.
Other memories come so easily to my mind such as the many
road trips we have shared together. I remember how we enjoyed the winding road
that follows the river while driving north on I-25 in Colorado, outside of
Grand Junction, or heading to Mt. Rushmore with the sunroof open listening to
our favorite music on the CD player. There were many trips riding to Utah with
my cousin Cindy, singing with the windows down and the sunroof open so that you
could beat out a rhythm of your own. So many more loving and warm memories I
have that include you, almost always with a smile.
There
have been other trips that we have shared together. We went sailing on a
houseboat at Lake Powell, where I felt your warm breeze upon my face. In Ecuador
we rode a bus filled with the sounds of the chickens and the children playing
around us. How you would tease the children unmercifully, taking their toys and
sending them down the aisle with little wisps of your breath! The time we spent
in Boise during a snowstorm is vividly etched in my mind; your icy fingers
seemed to trail up and down my spine for hours.
You
can be temperamental and moody, twisting this way and that; you flow sweet with
the fragrance of lilacs, or powerful as you prove to the world that you are
indeed here to stay, to face any challenge thrown your way. Whatever your mood,
you are to me one of the sweetest gifts that life has to offer.
As
I look out the window I see you waving to me, beckoning me to join you on some
unknown journey. My heart smiles because I know that whatever adventure awaits
us, life with you will always be beautiful.
Lovingly
yours,
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