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Sense of direction
Another too chilly, ugly kind of day
Okay for March, but it’s getting late May
I’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collection
But this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof direction
Rather than get dejected, I just say okay
Put on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffection
A better day will peak across Lake Michigan one morn
And when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is born
Warm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirection
And I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadorn
But the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly cold
Will be just right with the right one there for you to hold
Breathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof direction
What transpires between us is magical to watch unfold
Two souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexion
What started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirection
Tim Windisch
5 22 2026
By Tim WindischSense of direction
Another too chilly, ugly kind of day
Okay for March, but it’s getting late May
I’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collection
But this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof direction
Rather than get dejected, I just say okay
Put on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffection
A better day will peak across Lake Michigan one morn
And when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is born
Warm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirection
And I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadorn
But the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly cold
Will be just right with the right one there for you to hold
Breathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof direction
What transpires between us is magical to watch unfold
Two souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexion
What started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirection
Tim Windisch
5 22 2026