I'm Jealous of the Wind

I love sitting by my window and looking outside at night, like I am doing now. I know I have said it a million times before, but I figure one more time won't hurt -given the fact that this is my night time ritual. As a nocturnal, any excuse to stay up at night is a good excuse. Tonight, my mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts: from thinking about the collection of stories that I finally finished reading today; to the book that I finished in one sitting; to the wind. I am watching the trees dance and sway to the silent music of the wind. The trees in turn make their own sound, the leaves move against each other, producing a rattling sound, but it grows on me, and I find myself anticipating the next wave of wind, just to hear this sound. And in the dead of the night, the sound is heard loud and clear because sound travels faster at night -I learnt this in high school Physics. And maybe that's why I write at night; not because I focus better, as I have been telling myself, but because I know my voice (writing) will travel faster.

The wind is a powerful force. I wore a dress a fortnight ago. This choice of outfit was influenced by the very embarrassing fact that I hadn't done my laundry and all my pairs of dress pants and jeans were dirty. So I had to hold my dress down while the wind tried to take it up. It was awkward and tiring and I vowed not to wear a dress or skirt until the wind stops.

As I stare outside right now, this jolt of jealousy hits me hard. Weird, I know. I am jealous of the wind. Because the wind has the ability to make me feel awkward and attract unnecessary attention to my hands and legs from strangers. I am jealous of the wind because it has the ability to make the trees sing, and for me to actually enjoy the song. I am jealous of the wind, because of it's ability to make my hair an unruly mess after I have spent a bit of time trying to give it a semblance of perfection. I want to hate it but I can't. The only emotion I can summon is jealousy. I am jealous of the wind, and damn it, I don't want to be.

The title of this post is from the song Jealous by Labrinth