last night the wind was sucking the air out of the window the wind being inhaling exhaling blowing being sucked west within and beyond now the west wind is coming back whistling and keening and setting the tone for our session the breast rising and sinking on breath it's the feeling of returning and leaving though leaving comes doesn't it first one of us leaves who is it now and then returns or the staying one follows ghostly or waits and it's the spirit waiting between returning and leaving the feeling of wind going through a body my body my wind yours our room this body leaving returning whistling and settling opening closing the window awaiting the setting the session the place of leaving returning the season the fleeting breathing the wind outside inside waiting this morning this session yet empty soon filling between us