The Old Man was on a mission. Get MJ’s prescription and soup for lunch. When he exited the Subaru, he had to hold on to his outback hat with both hands. The Wind was surreal. People’s groceries were blowing about, and chaos ensued. We look different in the Wind. Our hair blows all over, and our clothes flap around us. The trees bend left and then right. If they were not flexible, they would break. The power is out in many places due to too much wind. Wind creates a dream-like state. Interesting yet frenetic. Hard to open the Subaru door and to hold it on the road. Wind governs much of our lives.

Winds of Change surround us. We are buffeted and blown around. We do our best to look our dignified selves, but the wind does not cooperate. It is hard to appear profound when your hair is in your eyes. Government is affected by the Wind of Change and political opportunity. We will bomb Iran and its weak government will crumble in a matter of days,’ the President says. ‘People of Iran, take to the streets and reclaim your government. This will probably be your last time for generations,’ the President says. ‘Iran was two weeks from a nuclear bomb, the President says. ‘We have won a great victory, the Strait of Hormuz is open, the President says.

‘Mr President, wasn’t the Strait of Hormuz open before you declared war?’ the Reporter asks.

‘Wind makes common sense not common,’ Neva J said. ‘In the swirl and eddy of the moment, the strange seems believable,’ Neva J continued. ‘We were so poor as kids that when the preacher said listen to what I say and do what I tell you if you want to get to Heaven seemed rational in the dust storm,’ Neva J cautioned. ‘When no one knows your name, and then you hear it called, you answer,’ Neva J mused. ‘When a leader, a preacher, or a president tells you they have all of the answers, it is comforting in the devastating wind,’ Neva J said. ‘When the Wind blows your groceries away, you will trust the first voice that promises to get the food back for you,’ Neva J added.

Wind danced on Brooks Pond. The Bullfrogs held on to their hats. The Great Blue Heron leaned against a tree. Geese honked. Bullfrogs sang of the mighty wind. The evening seemed dreamlike with the trees bowing to each other and the little dog and boy holding on to a tree trunk to keep from blowing away.