11:12

Let's take a second to write the advise of where the wind blows. Let it tell it's secrets. Know just when to speak, know when to admit defeat, and know when to rage in victory. Know a smile when it makes one, know a tear when it catches one. We'd all be a little more sane if we thought the same. But we all tell a different story, a different name, face, place, curse, blessing, different confusions, but the wind always knows. Just when to carry you home.

I remember laying on my back staring at the bright blue of the day, the wind spoke my name, kept my fears away. It scattered tiny leaves all over the picnic table, blew smoke in every direction, to keep a distraction. It's like it know if I stopped to think, I'd lose my mind. It was funny how every day that week was the same; bright, sunny, never rain, always the wind to speak my name. It was cold. But welcomed chills caused much needed hugs, more needs for love. More excuses to where a hat that, to me, held all my memories.

I remember that night. As I lay with my mother, brushing her hair as she faded to sleep, finally. It was ever so peaceful. Though that day was when we lost an angel, the air was so peaceful. Perfect, one might say. The wind kept the sorrow away. But when it rained, it was a different day. Like all of heaven cried with us. Though that would comfort some, I'd really wished she wouldn't cry. As I'm sure she wished we wouldn't cry. Maybe I should listen to the wind again, find my way back home. Maybe it can carry her voice to me, though I know; She's never coming home. The clock on the wall has been stuck at 7:30 for years, as I stare to wait to match my tears, just one tick. One click, and life can move one. But that wind doesn't hold me anymore.

But it can't reach my when I'm hiding. I'll meet you again, my friend, as Autumn sets in. For the third time. Without my friend. I'll make it more. I'll see 7:31.

I'll be just fine. With my hat, my sunglasses, my hoodie, my piano, and the wind. That's all I need.

But that piano is another story...another day.