Just Some Weather
A crisp, browning leaf caught her eye as it was lifted slowly out
of the gutter and softly replaced. As she looked away, it was
caught up with a multitude of others and hurled into the air, in a
whirlingly, dancingly colourful leaf tornado. The muttering air
caught the ends of her long hair and brushed it over her face,
catching on her eyelashes, sticking to her lip.
She turned onto a busy, unknown street, with unknown crowds waltzing past one another. The rising breeze creaked a shop sign back and forward, then snatched at her skirt before a half-embarrassed smile and a cautionary hand held it in place. An abrupt gust struck her in the chest, and she was suddenly blinded by ruffling hair as she leant forward into it. A garish crisp packet bowled past her, and a scrap of paper moulded itself purposefully to her shoe before scuffing away.
The wind blew an elemental excitement under her skin.
She walked an experimental strut, and colour was brisked into her cheeks. She noticed a bright red coat, and the rouge-on-blue of the dusking clouds repeatedly lifted her eyes to linger on the sky. Snatches of melody occurred to her, her own soundtrack romancing her down the street as she swung her arms, and noticed the stereotypes in the people who passed her.
She should go anywhere, or do anything. The wind-recklessness stirred her, and she felt alone in the swarms of the ordinary, as if she knew them all but didn’t care for any of them. The trees lining the street tossed around above her and mischievously flung their leaves away, and a mop of a dog strained and yapped urgently on its throttling string.
No-one else seemed to feel the wildness rolling up in her. The same puckered lips and suspicious eyes stamped beside her, the same carefully averted stares; the same frowsy grumpiness walked the street, and gave no indication of secret rashness, or a hidden daring. She skirted past them all, and there were skitters in her chest as she rushed on nowhere.
Nipped from her chaotic self-dreams, an unaverted gaze caught hers. A beautiful man was whipped past her by the winds, and she looked at him fully, with the courageous light of a laugh in her eye.
She turned onto a busy, unknown street, with unknown crowds waltzing past one another. The rising breeze creaked a shop sign back and forward, then snatched at her skirt before a half-embarrassed smile and a cautionary hand held it in place. An abrupt gust struck her in the chest, and she was suddenly blinded by ruffling hair as she leant forward into it. A garish crisp packet bowled past her, and a scrap of paper moulded itself purposefully to her shoe before scuffing away.
The wind blew an elemental excitement under her skin.
She walked an experimental strut, and colour was brisked into her cheeks. She noticed a bright red coat, and the rouge-on-blue of the dusking clouds repeatedly lifted her eyes to linger on the sky. Snatches of melody occurred to her, her own soundtrack romancing her down the street as she swung her arms, and noticed the stereotypes in the people who passed her.
She should go anywhere, or do anything. The wind-recklessness stirred her, and she felt alone in the swarms of the ordinary, as if she knew them all but didn’t care for any of them. The trees lining the street tossed around above her and mischievously flung their leaves away, and a mop of a dog strained and yapped urgently on its throttling string.
No-one else seemed to feel the wildness rolling up in her. The same puckered lips and suspicious eyes stamped beside her, the same carefully averted stares; the same frowsy grumpiness walked the street, and gave no indication of secret rashness, or a hidden daring. She skirted past them all, and there were skitters in her chest as she rushed on nowhere.
Nipped from her chaotic self-dreams, an unaverted gaze caught hers. A beautiful man was whipped past her by the winds, and she looked at him fully, with the courageous light of a laugh in her eye.
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