Because the Wind Is High It Blows My Mind

Last night was very windy. The wind clattered and howled outside and seemed to scatter thoughts that occured to me. I was up late reading. Then, even after turning out my light after the morning radio shows had started, thoughts kept me awake for a bit longer. But whatever they were, they slip through my fingers. They belong to the darkness, to then be forgotten in a deep, dreamless sleep that not even the loudly shrieking phone next to the bed can pierce.

I am drifting through this month, unable to generate much output of any sort. It's impossible to breathe out all the time, and I have just these few weeks to breathe in between four month blocks of seemingly sustained output.