The Wind
And what it does.
As the weather gets a little nicer, I open up the windows at night. In our old house, the screens weren’t great, so my wife didn’t like it. Rain could get in or leaves or even (in theory) animals, though I don’t think they ever did. Now the screens are better so I can open them and I do. That lets in a little bit of noise but also breeze. The moving air comes into the room bearing very strange dreams. That’s always been the case. I went to a summer program a million years ago at Duke and it was a million degrees so I cracked a window and that produced the most vivid dreams. It’s the same, still. Last night was still the same.
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COVERAGE
On Monday morning, at eight, on a day of average weather, a blanket went over everything. Some of the people in town believed that it was a signal to sleep, and they slept, or kept sleeping. Some believed that it was intended to conceal them, and of those some protested, while others accepted their fate passively and still others were grateful for it. A few of the grateful worried at the tatters in the blanket or fantasized about repairing it. And then there were the ones who interpreted the blanket as a rug and began to walk across it. They were unaware of those beneath it and when they were told of them they did not care. [©2026 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas]