Wind (555)

I walked through the village to avoid the wind from the sea. It was still strong. Lots of windows lit, can’t you sleep my loves?

Elephant is growing up. I watch her from our window high above. She is leggy now but she still jumps, skips and runs. Does she know she is growing taller, losing that puppiness.

There was a bobble hat on the pavement, dropped, discarded or forgotten. A white hat with candy stripes.

We are off soon. A bientot.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.