As I was walking home tonight, however, a gust of wind swept across campus, bringing the trees to life, rippling through the folds of my shirt, and caressing my skin. Though it lasted only a few minutes, I couldn't help but remember those fall winds that blow so often and so strong back home in Indiana...
I miss the exhilarating sensation that the wind brings, ruffling and stirring up the leaves of my soul.
Yes, sometimes I miss the wind whipping across the plains. It is interesting how you can have an experience with "Air" and the air reminds you of some other place. Once in a while when there is a really dry, but crisp and cool morning I feel like I'm in Idaho or Utah. I mentioned it to a girl at work and she started laughing because she feels the same way. She is from Utah originally. Interesting stuff.
ReplyDeleteIt's nuts. I haven't been to Indiana since 2005...besides one day last December. I actually miss it. I never thought I would ever miss it, but I do.
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