I love the wind and I want to have my window wide open, blinds tucked up, so that it can pour into and through my room

I love the sound of the trees rustling against each other
And the feel of air moving through my hair and across my skin, the house creaking as it is given breath
But I hate the other sounds here

I hate the engines and motors and constant birds that can't tell day from night because of the lights polluting the sky

I hate the distant horns and sirens
I hate the rumble of air planes across the clouds every 3 minutes

I miss the wind at home
Blowing across the mountain ridges and through the pines with no care
I miss the echo of branches rubbing together and stretching in the lungs given them by the heavens

I miss what the wind there means
Freedom
Strength
Unstoppable air strong enough to push you off its mountain
I miss the way the wind fills me and doesn't leave me until I leave it
Inevitably
Every August

But not this year
This year when I go
I stay
I'll stay in my mountains
In my cottage
And nothing will be able to uproot me
Ever
Again