Feelin' Breezy

I am LOVIN' this weather!   There is nothing like being able to keep your windows open and "blow the stink off" of your house by freshening things up.  The breeze may be a little more literal of an application in that sense, since it smells a little like dog at my place.  And I am dreadfully allergic to dust so it's healthy to keep that window open sometimes!*  Right?  Ok good.

The other thing I like about having a nice breeze inside is that it makes my house fuller.  Like there are people over all the time, and I'm using all the rooms at once.  We are comfortably at capacity.

Sometimes the breeze is a body.
Rustling some papers to remind you that you're not alone.
Like an understated cough saying "I'm still here, awaiting your attention."

It reports a racket heard across the yard
Though incompletely because it is indistinctly faint and in echo.

Sometimes it mystifies by moving things to a peculiar place like this book jacket in the dog's water bowl.
And other times makes a mess of matters and leaves, like a moody roommate who never cleans out a coffee cup.

And then at night, having forgot its key, it rattles your window screen
until you are awake and aware.  And annoyed.  It's your early alarm.

Then finally as you replace papers with a harrumph, you realize the wind has dwindled.
And left behind a gaping hole, devoid of din and unusually thin.

And as you replace your knickknacks in their dusty footprints
You can hear the breeze, giving a soliloquy about your snarky sighs that someone else could partially overhear.

* This medical fact is supported by four out of five dentists.