It is the center of the night, the wind has just started to blow, disturbing the still quiet.
It blows through the chimes on the front porch, leaving behind and in front a high tenuous sound.
It rattles the windows in my dining room, demanding to be let in.
It comes and it goes, building and dying as sleep beckons me.
I know there is a bed, soft and warm, with you in it, waiting for me.
But here I sit, listening to the wind.
“Not looking your best”?! Oh, you!! You are lovely and this is a beautiful photograph.