one day this restlessness may pass....but for today, I dream of high windy places - the more turbulent the air, the better.......a storm is a fine thing to be and to be inside of.....picture a shoreline buffeted by waves....in time the sand and loose soil is carried off, leaving only the bare rocks...the Truth....the same for me in the wind.....Let the wind blast away all that is temporary, unneeded and unwanted by me....leave the woman soft, smooth, clear and able to breathe free .....


as if tonight is the last night for humankind...