Remembering . . . the wind
blowing us here there,
down the street,
into the shops,
bending and pushing
to get where you want.
The kites flying high
the leaves skitter-scattering
the treetops bending obeisance
skirts dancing and hats sailing
Boats flying across the water
children with their hands outside the car windows
waves topping
clouds drifting.
Isn't it nice to remember?
Blessings!
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