gusts of wind

my, oh my. i can't cope with the heat anymore. it makes me hungry for my pillow. it makes me dreamy and slows everything down. gusts of wind come in from the south or the west or the north or the east, i don't care. they shake the leaves of stockwell trees gently, momentarily. skin breathes in. breathes out. renovation in the air for just a second. air stands still again. clouds move unbearably slowly, losing the race against the arriving planes. a couple of birds, high up in the sky, miles away, enjoy the thermals, zig-zaging around in a strange dance. love birds, no doubt. it must be cool up there. i want to go with them, wherever their final destination may be.