The last week has been oddly hot and the air has been still. If you are familiar with the southern tip of Alberta you will know how out of place that weather is. The people around me would comment about the crazy heat, especially my younger brother and sister, and would search for a lonely breeze only to have their hopes crushed under the dry sun. I just took it as it came. While people ran from place to place sweating from stress and the abnormal summer weather, I sat up in my bedroom engaged in a hopeless job hunt. I could be fishing in a bucket for all the success I had, but, to be fair, I’ve become less engaged lately.
Once again, I find myself in my bedroom staring at my computer, willing it to fill out job applications for me. It’s not working too well. But in my frustration and during one of my brain dead moments, I noticed my door open and close of its own accord. I was alone in the house so it couldn’t be someone pranking me. My heart dropped to my knees as I came to the only reasonable explanation – my house is haunted. I sat there frozen under my laptop for two terrible heartbeats. A whistling to my right caught my attention and I slowly turned my head to look out my second story bedroom window.
The trees were dancing in the wind. Sometime between breakfast and my fruitless job search the wind had picked up and breathed a bit of life into the back yard… and my door. I laughed to myself and went back to my hunt with a little more enthusiasm.
I am a firm believer that a bit of wind is the best medicine for a restless soul.