A whirlwind of thoughts

And I could lay here and listen to it for hours as it blows on the outside.
It’s the clearest it’s been in months.
You can see the dark blue hue sleeping across the top of the mountain.
The bold horizon of the city.
I know that you don’t miss it but the wind has just reached me.
I would’ve stolen it if I could’ve.
It’s great to hear the things that don’t matter being tossed around the streets.
Getting knocked over.
Reminders of all that does matter to me.
Remember the new outlook to kill the darkest of days?
And the beauty you couldn’t help but see in everything?
It’s a challenge to even come up with words to imitate such life and motion.
Well, you can’t remember because it was all inside of me… and still is.
Only I think one can relate.
I must’ve missed the day from when the banana’s turned ripe,
and this windy night,
and fell in love.