There are winds that blow out of the north.
They cleanse, scrape, scrub everything…immaculate.
If you are not told about them, you would never know.
The winds leave a peace that is so quiet,
It can conquer your thoughts.
The purge sinks down deep…and realigns everything.
Makes one remember softer days,
In safe civility,
Lollipops, laughter and sweet caresses –
Those aren’t found here.
What is experienced is without words,
And sometimes breath.
It is the swift capture of one’s being.
A detoxification of the comforts,
Here, only the core.
A barren humility that will be concluded,
To be great, worthy…
An awakening not found on social media,
Or the internet, a smartphone,
Or the 24/7 market with a hot cup in your hand.
This is good. A fierce, but necessary discipline.
These are the winds that blow out of the north,
And make the ribbon rivers quiver.
(A note and background about this photo, Denali National Park, Alaska)
© copyright 2015 Denise Rafkind Photography