GONE WITH THE WIND
I’m being blinded by a sun-shadow! Sun-shadow, sun-shadow! The sky directly outside my window is a glazed-looking, pure shade of blue. There are clouds clipping by and each one is outlined in blinding white light. In addition, the sun keeps stabbing me in the eyes. Stab! Ow! I’m forced to pull the curtains to save my eyes, but the sun is still caressing the tops of my knuckles and warming my hands in the process. It’s windy as all get out today. I like that phrase: “all get out.” Who came up with that, do you suppose? I wonder how...