The Wild Wind, Lee Vining, Ca
Just like the wild wind blows... la la la
sings a song sounds like she's singin....
I scrambled to leave town in a hurry. Rainbows were everywhere. On my way back home, I nervously pulled over and ventured into a storm, wandering drunkenly into the 80MPH gusts chasing this natural phenomenon hovering over my car. I lay close to the ground to prevent my self from actually flying away into the sierra mountain range. ISO cranked and and hand held, i fired away frantically. My face red and whipped by grass and flying debris. Occasionally I would look around to be sure I wasn't in the path of a fallen tree or worse yet, a tornado. Once my hat blew off so ferociously, it stuck to the side of a passing tree.... like it was glued there, had the tree not stopped it... well, who knows what bear might have had a new hat.
"Coming dear.... yes... I'm coming.... just give me a few minutes."
The universe said to me:
"I have a favor to ask, Mizzy. Could you please wait until after you take your baby steps, experience wild serendipities, and manifest eyebrow raising miracles, before you start telling people you're an intergalactic tidal wave of wanton love and magic for whom all the elements bow?
Fine, have it your way.