Windy dats

I don't know what it is about windy days...whether it's the rustling of tree leaves against each other, or maybe the far away echo of shouting children, but they always put me into a melacholy mood.

Not that it's a bad thing.

On the contrary, I feel almost as if that I need these sad, slow days. They let me slow down, take stock of my life, and generally enjoy the heart sore. It is much too odd to comtemplate the irony of enjoying melancholy, so I won't.