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The Way the Wind Blows


The wind carries possibilities wherever it blows, also tells time’s history, in an unceasing stream that never slows. It carries the essence of each era that it’s passed through, a uniquely scented aroma that’s assigned to every age old, and new. A gust of wind can be like a freight train, very strong, or soft, like the whimper of a puppy who has been done extremely wrong. It can be dangerous, like a tornado ripping through the land, or very calming, like the gentle sea breezes that sweep over the sand. The wind can tear the roof off of a house, or provide sweet relief, for an overheated mouse. So, no matter the style of the wind that blows your way, be sure to relish it because, believe me, it’s not there to stay.
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