Why am I so distracted on a windy day?
Is it the drone of the wind in the trees,
Or perhaps I am hypnotized as they dance and sway.
I wonder if any have friends with Dutch Elm Disease.
Why does my mind wander on a windy day?
Is it because of my longing to travel,
Or the cash that yearns to be frittered away?
Boy, my mind has really started to unravel.
Why do I daydream more on a windy day?
Is it the cozy smell of a nearby woodstove,
Or the reminiscing of a past holiday?
Time traveling – I’ll let my mind just rove.
I am so distracted on this windy day,
After this, there is nothing more that I can say.
– Photograph by Mal Bray, The Windy Day