Beneath the Wraps

Whenever the Wind Blows When I fall asleep I sleep quite hard Whenever the wind blows Slumber invites me Into worlds beyond this one When I fall asleep My eyelids become heavy My thoughts are put on hold Whenever the wind blows My husband can’t believe How quickly I drift off When I fall asleep How the trees dance And leaves often fall Whenever the wind blows There’s a calm cool breeze That surrounds me but I miss it When I fall asleep Whenever the wind blows                                                                                  ...

Jenna and I were returning home from my moms.   I happened to look over towards the side of the street to see 2 dozen or more trees seasoned in pink and white (mostly white) blossoms.   Standing next to them or just a few feet apart were naked trees withered by the harshness of winter.   If the traffic hadn’t been so heavy or if I had been in the appropriate lane, I would have stopped to take a picture.   Not that it would have done justice really.           The elements have taken turns.   The 31 st was so windy, it knocked me in a coma. But the first was really nice.   It snowed on the sixth.   It was too nice for wearing jackets on the seventh.   Weird.