Warm At Midnight

Up until today, all is (steadily) in hands of the wind.
That is a fragile state.
I can't move or go anywhere.
The wind is beauty and simplicity makes my heart race.
All is blurry up until today, Edna.
The waves.
The motion of the waves strikes inland where the harbor sleeps and the meadow barks at the sun.
To trust the wind means to put aside your expectations.
All will be warm at midnight, soon.