I open the door, the wind comes in. I welcome it, of course, since I was the one who invited it, but without so much as answering my greeting, it rushes in and starts sweeping everything in its path.
It shows no regards for any feelings or misgivings I might have, all this roaring and blowing fiercely…it’s quite impressive but also kind of scary.
I watch it open-mouthed… blustering around, sweeping away everything… mainly things that are no longer relevant…still, I cannot help but feel reluctant…sure I wanted clean and new and fresh…but, dear wind, do you have to be quite so thorough? Of everything do I have to let go?
“Yes” it says, intransigent.This abrupt manner I don’t like very much, in fact it could easily put my back up.
“You need to get rid of it all, that’s the reason I’m here after all: because you could not do it yourself, even though you have to start afresh — so I’d rather like to get on with it if you don’t mind, there’s another four lives I must sort out by tonight. You’re not the only one in need of my help, there’s quite a few of you…and each as useless as the next.”
That was me told! I knew it was pointless to argue as the wind was right through and through — so I curled up in a ball, made myself very small, refusing to look anymore.
Drastic measures might have been needed, but it didn’t mean I had to like it, or see any of it.
With my eyes close I heard the hustling and bustling of a very busy wind sweeping out the old to make room for the new.
Now it was out of my control, let everything unfold the way it needed to.
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