March 25, 2019
A day of weather and just the trees and I are enjoying the buffering and displacement. People scurry past keeping close to buildings or sprint across the courtyard making their escape. I wait as the wind careens: it snakes about, making full use to open space, and gleans from cracks and crevasses lost leaves and particles, throwing these treasures about wildly. Wind seems to increase the volume that space fills: pulling around space, making the outside larger and wider. Fixed objects are thrown about, exposed, damaged if they resist. And people, they wrap up tightly, hunch shoulders and run inside.