I fell in love with the wind.
She came to me like a whisper of butterfly wings, bringing a blush to my cheeks.
Her caress held all the promise of an endless summer breeze, sunsets on the sea.
She was always around me, but never mine.
When she rose she brought a blush to my cheeks, but before I could catch her she blew away.
My flush faded and my cheeks grew cold.
When summer faded her anger came in gusts and gales
strong enough to pull roots from the dirt and my heart from my chest.
She stole the air from my lungs leaving me empty and hollow -- a lonely tower on a battered rock.
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Today was the Kenosha Yacht Club's annual April Fools Butterfly Regatta. I watched my brother and some of the other members of the club sail butterflies around Kenosha harbor. What a sight for a sunny day in April. I have always loved the patches of sail standing out against a watercolor sky.
We also got a chance to climb to the top of the Kenosha lighthouse to watch the sunset over the city while the wind clawed at the our hands and faces, reminding us that spring had not quite settled in.
But I think the tide is turning and warmer weather is on its way.
Bss,
Marybeth
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