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Yep I know . It is usually knock , knock , knock . The Clank comes from my mailbox lid being pushed around by the wind . It does not happen in Summer except upon the so rare occasion that I take little notice of it .
My bottom flat is not in a corner or on a corner . It is not terribly exposed at all. The wind can howl and screech here . Just outside my little window . It is not that often . It doesn,t distress me so much as make me in awe . I appreciate its power . The frailness of the walls does not make me feel I have beaten the wind . A force of nature . I get the feeling that I have come to terms with it .
I will sometimes go for walks in the winter wind . Not so often that I seem to be flaunting a superiority or indifference to it . It is more that I can allow the power of it to flow through me . It is not the chill or the force that moves me . It is the seemingly limitless power of Nature .
I do not revel in it . I rejoice with it .
My bottom flat is not in a corner or on a corner . It is not terribly exposed at all. The wind can howl and screech here . Just outside my little window . It is not that often . It doesn,t distress me so much as make me in awe . I appreciate its power . The frailness of the walls does not make me feel I have beaten the wind . A force of nature . I get the feeling that I have come to terms with it .
I will sometimes go for walks in the winter wind . Not so often that I seem to be flaunting a superiority or indifference to it . It is more that I can allow the power of it to flow through me . It is not the chill or the force that moves me . It is the seemingly limitless power of Nature .
I do not revel in it . I rejoice with it .