That Wind. I See It's Blowing Now.

Joanne Harris

That wind. i see it's blowing now. furtive but commanding, it has dictated every move we've ever made. my mother felt it, and so do i - even here, even now - as it sweeps us like leaves into his backseat corner, dancing us to shreds against the stones. v'la l'bon vent, v'a l'joli vent. i though we'd silenced it for good. but the smallest thing can wake the wind@ a word, a sign, even a death. there's no such thing as a trivial thing. everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back on the road, telling ourselves - well maybe next time