And the Wind Replied

Yesterday, I left my office to lug what felt like 10lbs of laundry to the dry cleaners, and was annoyed that I had to detour across the street because of construction.  As I set foot on the opposite curb I noticed black Sharpie graffiti on the old marble building adjacent to ours.

Really?  Who would do this?  It’s not a bathroom stall at the Walmart.  I hate graffiti.  But, I was curious.

“Do yourself a Favore Heather Please Do Not Talk to the Wind Like it’s Something that Cases You Really Look Like And Asshat.” I continued walking to the dry cleaners, but at least I had now forgotten the 100 lbs bag I was carrying.  I was obsessed with the message.  Who is Heather? Why is whatever Heather’s doing so annoying to the Sharpie pirate? Why does the Sharpie pirate care if Heather talks to the wind or if she looks like an Asshat?  Was Heather standing there while they wrote it?

But, more importantly, what did Heather say to the wind?  And what did the wind answer?

When I got home, out came my cards, specifically Pagan Otherworlds from Uusi Designs:

Heather told the wind that she was afraid her man didn’t love her anymore.  The King turns his back to his kingdom, clutching his coin, and shifting his eyes to the ground.  He ignores the sun over his shoulder, and the warmth and love found in that grove.  How can I get him to see me again?

The wind replied:

You cannot continue to be a child on a horse, waving your own flag.  You must be his equal, the tree planted next to him, the same size and stature, to grow together and entwine, the fruit of your growth being mutual interests and respect.

Heather then shook her head.  Why am I talking to the wind? I must be a crazy Asshat.  She took out her Sharpie, and scratched a message to herself on the wall.

What does the wind know anyway?  It’s not like it sticks around.  But this reminder will.