Wild is the Wind

Love me, Love me, Love me say you do!

For it was a wild wind that blew through Portobello today.  My girl returned from Madrid early this morning, and several hours later her brother returned from a night club in town.  My sleep was disturbed not so much by them, but from the ache in my hips.  If only they would straighten and stay that way.

The wild wind against my girl's calm aura today was so beautiful to watch.  The tensions of the last few weeks of exams and stresses had been blown away.