It was so windy today, and my ears weren’t cooperating. They were flip flopping all around. I had no control over them. They were flopping in different directions. They were all willy nilly. Askew. I looked like a goofdog. It was like I was sending Morse code. Ella’s ears were like sentinels. They were frozen in time. Those gusts didn’t muss her ears. Someone give me some cartilage. And my eyes. I had to squint to keep the dust out. I tried to close my eyes Ella-style, but somehow I just looked, well, pretty goofy again. A bit kooky. A little nutty. Ella would say, “Ollieish.” How is it that Ella looks cool with her eyes shut? How is it that she looks perpetually cool all the time? Well, except when she yawns and chews a treat. That will get you giggling. I like the wind. It talks. I listen. It is full of history, of ancestors, stories being moved around. I like the rustle of the grass, the birds calling, the mustard flowers yellow song, the still, small voice. I love the sunset.
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