A Moment of Zen...
Nov. 13th, 2003 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoAs I stared out and waited for the ride home, I watched the wind whip around like a playful titan, making beats with its incessant need for toying as it shook trees and rolled leaves around into suspended displays of fall that danced for the eye to see before it would lose attention of it. Men and women tried to pretend it did not exist as it attempted to pluck them up or steal a hat or two.
As it skittered paper and old plastic bags around in circles and under cars and motioned them after one another like little animals(no, like children), I wondered... is it the children that play around the wind or is it the wind that plays with the children?
As it skittered paper and old plastic bags around in circles and under cars and motioned them after one another like little animals(no, like children), I wondered... is it the children that play around the wind or is it the wind that plays with the children?
