The wind pressed against a wall – hating its existence – treating it like the body of an outsider needing to be shamed with pits and scars.
The neighbor on the other side of the wall had painted their side as white as diner Formica, making the box plants growing there, seem even greener.
On the windy side, lived a dog with mangy hair. The thing about that dog was, it never could get very comfortable, so it moved around quite a bit.
Which greatly amused the cat who daily sat on top of the wall wondering what that dog might do next…