at the tail end of last week there were gusts of winds sending leaves and branches all over the place in southern california. i stomped purposefully on the many crunchy leaves the covered the walkways of my apartment community and my school campus -- going out of my way to pounce on the ones that were large and looked especially crispy.
though the wind is crucial in providing the leisurely pastime of crushing crunchy leaves, the windy days of last week breathed in me a reaction other than excitement over fallen leaves. it reminded me of the archetypal symbol that wind plays in many movies and books: the symbol of change. as i thought about the different meanings of the wind and the change it brings (change of weather, mood, or even luck) i thought about all the changes that are occurring and are bound to happen in the coming year. i wonder where i'll be next year when the santa anas start blowing again...
crunchy leaves are the only reason i go to campus. and if wind is responsible for all that, tell wind to send me kathrine heigl.. wouldn't mind getting a gust of that.
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