The sun and the wind

It's been weeks since last I saw a sunset, felt the warmth of its rays on my skin, the last remnants of the golden red rays of light dancing off the water, disappearing into the depth of my eyes. But the wind...the wind never disappears, it never leaves, it's there waiting when I emerge from the dark hovel which I am holed up in...laboring to find the ideas and glimmering thoughts that light up my world. The wind swirls in place waiting, waiting, and it knows what I want, senses what I need. The hot rays of the afternoon sun crash down on my body, basting my skin in its warmth. As my body absorbs every last ray it can stand, the wind ramps up its speed and rushes over the shallow inlet waters, over the shell covered beaches, over gleaming, warm salt water. The afternoon sand glows orange as the wind, ever present, wraps itself around my soul and cools my skin...all in an effort to remind me...even when I can't feel them in the last rays of the sunset, the wind ushers those feelings to me from the west.

~Topher