Here I sit,
on a Saturday afternoon,
window open,
listening to the traffic go by,
but hearing only the wind
blowing through the trees.
Thinking of the choices I'll have to make
today,
tomorrow,
this year.
Small choices and life choices,
there's always decisions to be made.
I feel the wind through the window,
see it blowing through the leaves and grass,
smell the scent of spring on its back -
refreshing,
spontaneous,
soothing.
And I think how nice it'd be
to live as free as the wind -
no choices to make
except where to go,
then to make your way there
on any path you like,
quickly or slowly,
no planning needed,
no obligations,
no restrictions.
And suddenly I want nothing more
than to just sit all day,
listening to the wind,
to see it and feel it,
smell it and hear it
in its freedom.
But then the phone rings -
reality is calling,
with more things to do
and choices to make.
And then I remember that
I don't have the luxury
of following every whim
and I won't ever know the freedom
of living like the wind.

04/22/2001

Posted on 09/20/2002
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