Mr. Bluster

The wind has been boasting of its strength lately, trying to bully me back indoors. It has been flexing its muscle by pushing over trees, flinging limbs and branches to the ground, and throwing dust into the air obscuring the horizon from ground level to mountain top. It flies through the tree tops with a sound like rushing water. The trees sway and bend, breathing hard in the exertion of nature’s calisthenics.

The air is so thick with dust, that I wonder if I were to travel the sixty or so miles down the highway to the state line, would anything be there? Maybe all of northern New Mexico has traveled by air to this Colorado mountain valley. Certainly the wind has no regard for boundaries. It shows this disrespect in a most personal way when it chases smoke down the chimney into the house, making my eyes smart and my nose and throat burn.

When I was a girl, I imagined the wind was a result of the earth turning on its axis. Should that be the case, the earth is presently a whirling dervish spinning wildly in fits and starts.

I have planted my foot and informed the wind I’ll not be intimidated. I have spring gardening chores to do that will not wait until this tantrum passes. “Hey, Mr. Bluster, enough of this bad temper. Change your face. Your job is to usher winter out and escort spring in. Do it like a gentleman.”

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About Paula J Wray

I am a writer and I live in the Rocky Mountains of southwest Colorado with my husband and a balding black cat. I write humor, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, inspirational essays, and poetry. When I'm not writing, making lists, or forcing a family member to listen to something I've written, I'm reading, gardening, or laughing with my friends. I also, occasionally, sit and stare.
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24 Responses to Mr. Bluster

  1. I like how the wind you describe has a personality!

    • Paula J says:

      Here where I live in this Colorado mountain valley, the wind, lake, snow. … They all seem to have personalities. They are characters in our story.

  2. Yes, please. Go on your merry way! So tired of this winter!

  3. Debbie Brown says:

    This made me smile! Thank you. 🙂

  4. Paula J says:

    Happy for your smile. Are you writing at all? That would make me smile.

  5. I love how you imagined the wind coming from the earth’s turn. Glad that didn’t occur to me as a child or it would have completely freaked me out.

  6. Your description was so vivid, it made me pull my sweater tighter!

    • Paula J says:

      The other day I got out of the car and went around to the back to unload my groceries and the wind blew my hood on to my head. Never had that happen before. Thanks for your comment.

  7. This is really beautiful. It gave me the best feeling while reading it. I needed a breath of “fresh air”.

  8. This is such great writing. You describe the wind so well I can almost feel it.

  9. Vanessa says:

    I’m not a fan of windy weather. It always leaves me feeling unsettled.

  10. I loved this! You tell that wind.

  11. Paula J says:

    Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it. Sometimes I just need to sass off, and the wind is handy right now.

  12. marcyl says:

    I love your description. You piece made me picture lovely Colorado. I’ve only been there once and would like to return. (After the wind died down!)

  13. Joe says:

    I love the wind, but then I like extreme weather in general, as long as no one get hurt.

  14. Larks says:

    Very cool, vivid descriptions. I especially liked the idea of the wind being the result of the earth turning on its axis.

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