Whoosh Of Wind
A sickle moon low eastern in the sky last night gave the hammering winds a home only old Russians accept, the Hammer & Sickle of Communist lore.
Imagine burying your head in a pillow most nights also some days as the eerie howl of wind gusts incessantly. Dirty dust invades all cracks.
I rush to analyze this day bathed in sunlight tricking creatures to leave their lairs and shiver until they return. Eyes accept what's seen.
Ronald C. Downie