blow_away raze get rid of the wind and it would have been a beautiful day. maybe it was anyway. the lid of her mobile blue box kept smacking into the bin's unyielding blue skin. it sounded like young, clumsy hands dribbling a basketball. i watched a gathering of leaves rush up to meet the stiff arms of a tree they never belonged to. some soft squealing i couldn't explain with my eyes. right on the edge of being lost. just my feet trying to keep themselves planted. i'm almost sure. and so few feathered friends in the sapphire sky, when you know they're the ones least likely to be governed by a full-force gale the morning after saint valentine's feast left us all a little less than sated. 230216 what's it to you? who go blather from