The wind on the poorly insulated windowpanes screamed and crackled and made us all look towards the orange tinted street outside, like a band of startled horses. My face lit up as I announced, I’m going for a walk! I knew these nights, I needed this night, life was feeling stale. Who wants to join me? I looked around…they looked at each other, I knew what they were thinking and I coaxed them into their layers as I threw on my jacket and mittens.
Lighting our cigarettes in the house to prevent future frustration, we proceeded out the door where the wind greeted us like dogs greet a stranger, barking menacingly and wagging tails. I felt alive and chucked a snowball, running up the hill towards the stairways hugging the stadium, buffeted by the waves of warm and cool air, the lights creating a dull and mysterious ambiance. The gargantuan cement structure was strangely vacant and we weaved through it, running and smiling, emboldened by wind energy. The higher we climbed, the more playful the wind became, the more beautiful the views were and the more alive we felt.
Emerging on level ground, the campus buildings rose as an impressive collaboration against the brackish sky. Crows flew overhead, from tree to building, eerily silhouetted above us. With my hair at the mercy of the world around me, I leaned over the courtyard wall, inviting the air to blow into my face, waking me up and revitalizing me. The city lights extended into the hills around us, becoming more spaced, the ground meeting the horizon, a dark outline barely visible in the night.
We wandered and the wind nipped at our heels, it was everywhere and I was everywhere. It pushed me forward, it rushed in front of me, it warmed me in its absence and it chilled me in its presence. It spoke, Pay Attention! Look Around! Things are Happening and You are part of it!
Wind is restless, it is playful, it knows no boundaries, and it keeps the spirit in awe of the world.
I am a windy night.
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