The Wind

"Oh The Wind, The Wind is blowing,
through the graves The Wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come:
it will come from...
...the shadow..."

©: Leonard Cohen - The Partisan

How could, of all things, a Canadian chap accompany me down memory lane, to listen to my grandfather's stories about resistance once more, right when I go out with a German in the continent of the "liberators", escapes me.
Still, this is what happens.

And it's The Wind the reason why Leonard is so present here: today, this evening, tonight, a storm is brewing somewhere so far, so, so close.
Simple sound assonance, or more complex, deeper, significant echo?
The Wind, The Wind is blowing.
Searching, pulling, scratching, pushing, livening, itching, annoying. lifting, refreshing, tossing, spreading, beloved, mixing, changing, messy, electrifying, renewing, inspiring Wind.

-pause: rolling one, I think I could use it -

-re-pause: don't quite know if I could use it, to be honest, but I sure like it. -

Ninth floor: I can see it clearly, right in front of me, brewing energy, giving shape to lightning (what a feat that one is!), unloading the weight of countless sins.

And this is it: I walked it.
The path of criticism towards the very hand that just started feeding me.

No, more than feeding me: making me nearly supernatural to the unwary around me.
Lavish tips, abundant meals, smart looks, AFFORDABILITY.

And a puke.

Will I resist? Will I kindly oblige? Will I look for atonement? Will I relish the chance?

Will I?