Witchy Weather

I'm obsessed with the weather right now.
If I died right now I would be so happy.
There is a gorgeous storm floating around outside just hovering over the valley with big dark clouds and a chilly breeze. The wind is howling like the tornado weather at home and the air feels soft and cool as it sifts itself through my windows. The smell of heavenly hamburger soup is swirling around my tiny kitchen mixing with the cool air and drowning out the sounds of cars and horns and life. Except for the sound of tires sloshing through shallow puddles of cold, clear rain water. Even the power lines that hang unceremoniously right outside my window are dancing in the witchy wind along with the swirling gold and red leaves marking wind patterns as they fall. It smells, clean- but old- like the leaves are weary from hanging onto branches, but still full of color which they wear boldly.
I'm obsessed with it. I wish a black cat would walk right in front of me, right here in my tiny kitchen. Brush along my leg and meow. I would die happy.

someday I'll live in a real place.