Blowing

The wind has been blowing hard. Nothing in it but air. Straight out of the north.

It’s as if Mother Nature knows it is time to spring-clean and she is doing her darnedest to manage it all without mop or rag.

Just blowing it all away.

All the cobwebs of winter. All the grime of inaction. All the dust bunnies of hidden and hoarded dreams.

Gone.

Ready to start fresh again.

Dare I let her blow through my life?

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