The winds of change are blowing tonight in L.A.

Somehow, the sky is mysteriously reacting to the dramatic events among human beings on the ground in Los Angeles over the past 24 hours.  

What are the winds saying?  

Maybe they don’t have words.  Maybe it’s more of a feeling.

Maybe they are roiling against the destruction of a peaceful encampment of concerned citizens, the prolonged detention of hundreds of brave people whose only crime was daring to draw attention to the grave injustices of their government.  

Or perhaps the winds have absorbed some of the excitement, the elegant ferocity of these people, of the thousands that were on the ground at City Hall and the tens of thousands who sent their energies from home.  The wind whips around the spirit of the people, lending the urgent whisper of its voice, finding release in the cracking of old trees at their center, the bringing down of branches and leaves that have reached the end of their useful life.  

Again and still, the sirens shriek and howl through the darkness, forever asserting their dominance.  They are the predator, the top of the food chain.  We are the peaceful ones without sharp teeth, living in weary watchfulness.  Our skin prickles when we sense they are near.  Our first instinct is to hide, but then we remember why we are here, and we cannot move.  Let them bare their teeth.  We have nothing to fear but our own complacence.  

Because that’s when they really get you.

Instead we are alert, on edge, we are agile and defiant.  Our fur is sleek and soft and it repels water and cold.  We have the energy of principle on our side.  We know that our cause is just.

The wind pushes and acts out, boldly and swiftly.  It is mighty and yet invisible, like the spirit of the people.  It sweeps in as if from nowhere, rearranging things, destroying that which is old and brittle and making room for something new.  And then it’s gone, to return at another time of its choosing.

Tonight we feel the wind and recognize its nature in us.  We are that mighty spirit.  We are that force of nature.  Block us and we will simply blow around you.  Like the wind, we will not be stopped.