Outside this window #14

Outside this window the wind continues to batter the blue sari wall hanging. Our curtain. A turqoise veil sits between curtain and bedroom window overlooking the air raid shelter and the backs of the homes behind ours. First thing in the morning; thoughts chew restlessly on each other, settling into the new day, avoiding well worn trenches leading nowhere, wanting to do good, if I step politely out of my own way. Inside my brown backpack are two manuscripts obscured by a yoga mat and savasana wrap. Bag is still packed; this journey is not done. One manuscript for editing and one for crafting. My mind drifts like a ballooon back to that cross country drive to the ferry port and tranquil tunnels cocooned by trees arching over the tarmac. A few hours on the road and off the grid. Outside this window the wind disturbs everything, helping the dust to settle, ushering the way forward and changing the air in this room.