watching the wind

I received my second COVID vaccine Saturday afternoon

it's been a challenging few days

so I've spent the afternoon and early evening on my back porch reading

I've moved from the swing

to the white wrought iron rocker

to the futon, where I am currently parked

I stopped reading and set the book down a little while ago

inexplicably pulled to simply sit still and to do "nothing" 

but listen

and watch

and feel

to smell

to think about the past and present and future

and soak in what is going on around me right now

bird noises

car wash pressure sprayers

dogs barking

children playing at the park

emergency vehicle sirens hurrying past

traffic moving 

a lawn mower

pine boughs swaying

pansy blossoms fluttering

my skin being caressed

my hair tousled

even the porch swing is acknowledging the power of the breeze

the lilac bushes shiver and shimmy behind it

I wonder if people who can't see the wind are the same ones who can't see God?