Wind

Sometimes the beauty is easy.

Sometimes you don't have to try at all.

Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake.

Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

~ Ani Difranco

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I don't know that I agree with the idea that we want what we can't have or that the grass is always greener...  Sometimes I believe people really are happy and satisfied with what they have.  Sometimes when the wind blows, you really appreciate it.  Like on a hot day.  Or if you're flying a kite.

But other times, I guess it's true, you don't appreciate what you have.  Like when the wind blows over your Domino Rally set up just as you were about to knock down the first domino.  Or when the wind howls outside on a cold snowy evening after a series of cold, snowy evenings.  Or when you drop your ticket to the John Mellencamp concert on February 14th sometime in the 1980s and the wind blows your ticket probably all the way to Des Moines.  Or Indianola.

But then they let you in, anyway because your friend bought the tickets and she randomly has her credit card receipt even though she didn't bring her credit card.