A cool wind blew through town today.
It was odd for the breeze to be cool this time of year.
Oh granted, I suppose, it could still be considered early Spring (if not late, early), but still, peculiar.
Whiley wondered, what would be the outcome of it all?
With the townsfolk in such uproar, maybe this cool snap would cool the hot heads as well.
They are pretty perked up over this one. Goes deep too...down in the roots.
They're worked up over who they are...over where they come from, and more, where the outsiders are from. There can be no doubt, the town was changin', and not necessarily for the better.
Lot's of outsiders blowin' in, like the cool breeze.
The breeze is temporary, but these outsiders, seems like they're gonna stay.
Whiley wasn't sure he wanted to go back to town. Mamma brought him some chicory coffee, and they sat on the front porch swing, watching the humming birds on the tiger lily's and commentin' on the blue birds and purple martins.
Looked like a good year for them. Nothing ever changes with them.
Happy birds, they were.