Soothing frazzled nerves in the center of a windstorm, blowing
my hair all over the place.
Curls bouncing and hitting my face, yet continuing to write
while Mother Nature wrecks havoc all around me.
Actually enjoying the entire sensation of being blown in and
about, it's crazy fun.
Allowing me to experience another facet of life free of charge,
energizing my brain and letting new thoughts escape the entire
while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem