THE WIND

The wind outside has gone quite wild. It's banging against the windowpanes like a lost traveler, rattling the glass and pleading for a place to rest. It sounds so desperate, so insistent. I wonder what it's running from, or perhaps, what it's searching for. It’s not a gentle breeze singing a lullaby; this is a tempest, a force that feels ancient and untamed. The trees are bowing their heads, their branches thrashing like frantic dancers. It’s as if the world outside is wrestling with itself, all because of this boisterous wind. It makes me think about things that are out of our control, things that are so much bigger than us. This wind, it doesn't care about schedules or plans. It just is, and it demands to be heard. It’s a reminder that even in the quietest of rooms, there can be a storm raging just beyond the glass. And sometimes, I feel like that wind myself, a restless energy that wants to break free and explore, to understand all the secrets the world holds.

Stephie