Un souffle en l'air

I have a favourite painting. A reprint of Claude Monet's "Les meules a Giverny". It used to sit on my mantel quietly reminding me the unpredictabilities of life.

It sits in the storage now with all my other stuff, veiled to tackle dust. And here i sit in my own storage listening to the sombre tick-tock of clocks and pronounced click-clack of spiderman's solar dance, as i gather my fallen leaves forgetting that i am in the path of the mighty wind...

puff and i am gone!

Yesterday, i was happy in my own skin. Did you not see? Then came the gusty wind as it always does i don't know from where, tearing through my being.

Rain washes me out, but there are always debris. So i gather myself again and go about my task...