The Wind Returns (A cautious statement from a cow with flashbacks.)

The wind picked up today.

Not violently. Not aggressively.

But enough.

Enough to make me pause mid-chew.

I narrowed my eyes at the horizon.

We have history, the wind and I.

It moved through my dossan experimentally. Testing. Teasing.

I did not panic.

I adjusted my stance. Lowered my chin. Controlled the angle.

You do not relive trauma.

You outpose it.

Official Statement:
“I do not fear the wind. The wind fears bad lighting.”

Respect. The. Hair.