Outside reading on a summer day

Outside reading on a summer day.

A temperate June, a rain soaked May.

I read of life on the mountain side, "Dwarfed by the mountain, silenced by the wind"

To my studies I should tend...

"I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study painting and poetry; Mathematics and philosophy"

Why does this feel wrong to me?

The gates of academia are strong, I haven't been here long but I cannot help but wonder...

In rolls the thunder.

The idyllic afternoon before too long is draped with gloom.

As the winds increase, the trees dance with joy. A gleeful celebration of the rain to come, Or a dire warning before it's done?

I find it best if I retreat, I slide my shoes onto my feet.

To go inside I open the door, It is colder than it was before.

I watch the branches move with the wind. The thunder roars, the rain moves in.

From inside I watch the storm.

While cold in here, out there it's warm. With fragrance gone, the air is still.

I want to feel the wind with all my will. Through my hair, rustling my sleeves...

Is security sacrificed to be free?