wind

last night i stood on the back deck and looked at the stars. it was still a bit light, but all those familiar constellations were clear. there was a little wind stirring up the warm air, and i could see the trees move and sway with it. i could hear the wind dancing through the leaves. it was beautiful.

but as i stood, i realized with surprise that the wind was not blowing on me. i was in the middle of the deck out in the open, but i could not feel the breeze that i saw and heard. all of creation was having a grand and wonderful ball, dancing beneath the stars in the warm summer evening, but i was not invited. i was like a little child, face pressed up against the glass, peering in on a lovely dance in which i wasn't allowed to participate.

and as i stood there, i tried hard to feel the wind. i stood hard and silent and concentrated, hoping i'd only missed it among my other observations. but i honestly could not feel it.

it was the strangest thing.