Capture the Wind

The marsh is blooming. Pink marshmallows float above green grasses. The cicadas buzz and chirrup like exotic bumble bees. And the wind is blowing. How do I write the feeling of the cool breeze on my skin? How do I describe its rushing through my fingers and making me breathe deeply? How do I explain the energetic peace it gives?

Today I will practice my Spanish and take a few photos and pick up a “footprints” card to tuck in my suitcase for a friend in Mexico and mail the paper work to change the boat title if I can bear to get into the folder where the death certificate is. And I will write a little. I don’t know if I am brave enough to write everything. But the wind is changing direction and I will make an attempt to capture it.