A Wind is Rising By Laurie Beth Jones As I sit at my work desk this morning, I glance outside at the big red folded umbrella—the one that woke me up at 5:38 am making creaking noises. I hadn’t checked the weather report last night and when I awakened I realized 18 mile an hour winds were billowing and tossing this big red sail cloth shaped like a mushroom around. So I put on my boots and big puffy jacket and dashed outside to reel it in.
I could feel him saying these words to me. I can feel the cutting through tissue and muscle and gouging my bones. I can feel that despair once again as I watched him slip away. I can still feel the fall of my heart as the cavern of loss rose around me. Yes, I can!
I could feel him saying these words to me. I can feel the cutting through tissue and muscle and gouging my bones. I can feel that despair once again as I watched him slip away. I can still feel the fall of my heart as the cavern of loss rose around me. Yes, I can!