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The Wind

By Rick Iekel

The Wind

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there were four kids.  They all lived in the same house, ate at the same table and used the same bathroom.  But, that was a very, very long time ago! 

A great wind came and blew all the kids away.  Not all at the same time, but it sure seemed that way.  Wind is funny, you know. One would think it would be smart enough to blow everybody in the same direction.  But, these winds were not very smart. 

The first time it blew so hard that the first kid went west all the way to Minnesota.  Then it picked him up again and blew him to Iowa.  He landed in a little bitty town called Atlantic.  Now he has four kids who all live in the same house, eat at the same table and use the same bathroom.  Ohhhhhh!  If I were him, I'd watch out.

The next time it came, it blew the second kid all over the map.  Now, he had just settled down for a long winter's nap (Oops!  Wrong story!)  Anyway, he had just settled in Rochester (our home town) when the wind picked him up and blew him all the way out to Colorado.  Then it blew him almost all the way home, but he got stuck in Lockport.  Before he could grow any roots there, it picked him up again and blew him south, to Florida.  But, a hurricane came along, trying to blow him back to New York. But, it got tired and dropped him off in South Carolina.  I hear that there are lots of hurricanes down South, so we might see him again!

Pretty soon the wind came again.  The third kid got blown almost out to sea, but a 2x4 hit her just as she was cruising over Philadelphia and she fell into Kensington.  Then, a couple of years later, it picked her up again (the wind was on the way back) and she landed in Cleveland.  At least that's just a breeze down the thruway!

Wouldn't you know, just as the last kid finished school, the wind came again.  Off it went - south this time – but, only to Washington, DC.  Heaven only knows where the wind will take her the next time she catches a ride on it!

Like I said, the wind is a funny thing.  You never know when it will come, how strong it will be or where it is going.  Sometimes it huffs and puffs. Sometimes it is just a gentle breeze.  Sometimes it's cold and makes you feel lonely and isolated.  Other times it's balmy and it makes you feel cozy and loved. 

I always figure, if it can blow things away, it can also blow them back.  So, every time it gets windy, I check out the window to see which way the wind is blowing.  You just never know. . .

 

 

 

 

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