The Good Ones

The wind blew into town yesterday, picking up the dust and leaves from all those times before.  It blew through my hair, crazy, and sticking particles of earth into my eyes.  But today the air is cool and the sun is warm.  The electric blue zenith above me seems to glow with an otherworldly aura. Today is good.  Things are good.  Things are never as bad as they seem, and the Good Ones are always there to pull me through.