Day 24 Wind and Romance — Haibun Journey View from my Window
Outside my window the wind howls, dies to a soft moan and then howls again. My thoughts race across the lonely moors chased by ghost and banshee tales. Then suddenly I am standing on a lighthouse widow walk watching for a ship I know will not return. The wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald plays in my mind. I dare not open the curtain, but pull the comforter over my head. Sinking in the softness of the pillows, I dream of summer days …. you call my name across the threshold. A touch of wind and romance.