I'm back here...

I'm back here for a moment. The winds are ever ticking the time by jingling the leaves in the yard. It's warming up outside. I know, because the sun heats up the front seat of my car without me having to blow the heat on 90. But what does it matter, this next turn of season?
I'm back here for a moment. The winds are ever pushing me this way and that. I want to scream. I want to create. But I find my mind conflicted with what my heart speaks. I am intimate with this feeling, it wakes me up at night.
For a moment, I'm here, back here where I started. And the winds, well, they continue to do what winds do.