The Wind is Love

Friday night blew in, bringing high winds and low temperatures in Bay Shore. On this winter evening, you could hear windchimes blowing in the brisk breeze as trees swayed back and forth to the whistling wind. These are the sounds of winter. The wind is love.

So far, the month of January saw this winter's first snow fall and frozen lakes for ice skaters to frolic on. Parts of the Great South Bay have ice, too. Astronomically, winter extends from the December solstice to the March equinox, so we've still got a way to go. During this season of "hibernation", maybe you can finish reading that book you've started a few times already, clean out that closet you keep piling things into, or take out some of your old albums (I still have mine) and listen to some of your favorite music you haven't heard in a while. 

One of my favorite songs is The Wind is Love by Circus Maximus. Because it is.

You say that once knew for sure
But now you're walkin' into shore to wonder
The more you learn the less you know
The more you move the more you go to nowhere
You ask a bird as she flies by
Just where she's at she says, where the wind blows
Ask her by that what she means
She says she doesn't know
But as she flew away she seemed to say

Chorus:
The wind is love is the wind
Wind is my love
Who knows the wind
Who knows my love
Where blows the wind
The wind is my love

You say you staggered to your room
Sleep by day and plot by noon
Your conscious plight
Pack your dreams, you move away
Decide to eat and live by day
And leave the night
City sun blinks in your eyes
You shade your face and realize
a lonely crowd
Then at once you feel the smile
And then the ice warm air moves by
She says the breeze provokes her sigh

Chorus:
The wind is love is the wind
Wind is my love
Who knows the wind
Who knows my love
Where blows the wind
The wind is my love

You say you found another spring
Another joy or human thing
Called lovers
You play your role as a comedy
Refreshing well the tragedy
You're living

Lovers shore, or so you say
Like the wind love blew away
But as she left she seemed to say

Chorus:
The wind is love is the wind
Wind is my love
Who knows the wind
Who knows my love
Where blows the wind
The wind is my love

Peace and Love,

Skylark

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