One Windy Day



One Windy Day Boy, it sure is windy It doesn't matter where you are Up or down The wind blows up to the stars It's hard to walk Standing is a chore Many just sit and wait While the others fight to open doors I don't want to fight I watch all those down low As they walk from class to class You see, I'm perched in a window I have the time to watch I have no where else to be At least not now anyway If only they'd looke up, they'd see me No one looks up Its like I'm in a far off world I guess I am, in a way I'm up where all the leaves twirl I think I'll stay here I'll just watch the day And I'll watch you As I sit in my window and pray April 11, 2001

		I will never forget the day I wrote this. I was on the top floor (which is the third floor) of Jewell Hall. There are no screens on the windows, just blinds. I curled up against the wall in the window. The Hill is really beautiful in the spring. That is one of the reasons I chose to go to Jewell. On this day it was really windy. The sky was clear and I could see really far into the distance. It was peaceful. No one was around me. I was alone. It was beautiful. (Flash to American Beauty. The white, plastic sack is being carried by the wind.) I watched leaves and papers sail around. I listened to the hissing of the wind. It was literally breath-taking.

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