I started this off with some sort of thing that was about how it seems like there is no wind but there are things that indicate that there is wind and I scrapped it because I didn’t see much purpose in what it was that I was writing.

Actually I scrapped it because I had nothing to follow on from what I’d written and I spent too much time thinking about how to continue whatever it was that I was saying.

Anyway, I wonder what the wind is doing. There’s a large tree that I can see from my window and its branches are swaying with varying vigour, but the dryness of the sunlight makes the space feel like there is no wind. I guess that means that there’s no real wondering as I can clearly see that the wind is moving about, or moving things, but you know.

The heat is on today and maybe it will push back the wind in some way. Maybe the wind will not be cool and instead just be blowing hot air and there will be no reprieve from the harshness of the sun. Shade will be desired but it will be in short supply. Due to the continual removal of vegetation the shade will probably not help too much either and so heat will creep in at every point it can and it will hold grip and we’ll just have to deal with it because that’s the way it is.

Soon I will be out there and I will do what I can to stay in the shade and avoid the heat, and maybe I’ll follow the wind, or at least follow where I assume it is moving. I don’t want to be “one with the wind”, but I want to feel as though I am moving with it and I am following it as it moves around me. I don’t quite think I can do that due to where I’ll be going and how linear that location is, so to speak, but I can still try. I can pretend and I can hope. I can follow an idea of the wind.

The wind appears to be varying in strength and I’m not surprised as that’s part of what it does, so I don’t know why I just wrote that out as there are probably better things that I could say, but sometimes you think about these things and you don’t think about what you’re saying and so… yeah. The wind is and it’s worth paying attention to, and so many other things also are. For now it’s out there and I’m in here and soon I’ll be out there and I’ll be among the heat that the wind will be pushing around and there won’t be enough shade but it is what it is and it’s not fine, but at least I’ll be there among it, but I can’t help but think that it could always be so very much better.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:08:38

This one is okay. I feel like it’s two bits of different writing smashing against each other and creating a result that’s scattered.

Written at home.