The last of the winds came today. The final push. Tomorrow we’ll hear what they’ve left us. Tomorrow has never been closer. Look to the east and you can almost feel it on your cheek Look to the west, it holds you, Like a bed of fallen leaves. Did you feel the cold? It’s always worse than you remember. I would tell you I made that cold, But you wouldn’t believe me. Not without all the things I will never tell you. The last of the winds came today. The last of the winds has not yet gone. It lingers. A sleep that’s not ready to surrender its hold. A scent left on your shoulder by a heart close to yours. The last of the winds takes a little of you with it. Leaves you empty. Then allows the possibility of fullness.