The Trapeze Act Was Wonderful

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the storm broke away this morning in a great wind that hit my windows and against the trees in a fierce and cleansing kind of way. the kind you either want to stand against, all heels down and slanted, or lay across and be carried by or carried away or carried. but lying in bed, i wanted niether of these and was content to listen and imagine it washing over me and to finish reading the story about angels and sheep and straw. i've never seen the river move so quickly either. it twisted and slipped and was weighted with great pieces of ice and wood and trash but insisted on moving all the same. it moved as though the moving would take it somewhere other than into itself (but we all knew of course it would not). it felt like this day was struggling to find its way out.

suggested song: Colors, Amos Lee, Just Like Heaven soundtrack