A Warmer Wind for Chaotic Lungs

Claimer: I should be writing my philosophy micro-essay, but I've acquired enough skill to write it fairly well in about ten minutes, to say the least.

I walked out of his room this morning

Straight into a gust of heat and water dust

It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt

Not only did it get my heart beating

To feel a warm wind,

one of my favorite elements of nature,

Coupled with a close second, rain.

No, It was also stepping out on my own

And knowing that I could return at any time

That I could walk off and he would be waiting

That I could have a separate relationship

With the wind, the rain, and my lungs

And there is no need to feel guilty

This morning, I will never forget.