NO STRINGS WERE ATTACHED to me during a recent brisk walk on a windy day in my world. It was uplifting being out in the fresh chilly air.
And it wasn’t just the breeze that tousled the clouds, cords, foliage and trees. I also noticed manmade metal contortions were twisted and entwined.
Bendable wire in the shape of a basket clung to an old bicycle in a front yard garden. Thin spokes were strung onto rims of wheels strangled by greenery.
The ornate steel gate was coiled and curled.
Branches, twigs and last year's leaves were a tangled mess.
Leafless trees and evergreens were woven into the shrubbery.
Pink petals prettily dangled from swooping branches.
Some blossoms had already faded; some died never reaching full bloom.
The sun suddenly peeked out. I stepped on shadows as wind-whipped daffodils with bent heads stared wistfully at their stems on the sidewalk.
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