Ever notice how it lingers? How it surrounds and consumes? How it breezes by without any notice or conviction. The wind speaks a language no foreign tongue can comprehend.
There is a mystery to this phenomenon. It feels and makes you feel. It leaves you to wonder, what brought it on? What will follow? Its a mysterious aura that no one can quite explain. Its funny how certain things that are to come can be orchestrated by what is going on in the air. Tension, air so thick you could cut it with a knife, a breeze so warm you could be comforted for life. The stillness and silence that can ease, the stress and anguish that is relieved by a breeze...
It's mother natures mood in passing, a reflection of her personal emotion presented to us to take it how we see fit, and by doing so we fit it into our own.
Its a masculine wind that shows his strength, he wraps you up and teases you with coolness. He draws you in and makes you notice him. He shows his hostility when he feels questioned. He flirts with the calming effect of what leads to tranquility. He plays with your emotions as he wisps around your body. He is confusing and stops you in your tracks. He can be bitterly cold when all you seek is some warmth. He could leave at a minutes notice for you to wonder if he will ever be back..
The wind is on nobody else's terms but its own. It can take any direction and come in go in a flash. It can change a memory, it can create moments. Its just air right?
Funny how telling something as simple as the air can be to life.
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