Wind

The wind is a beautiful thing. It's amazing actually. It is invisible, you cannot see it, but only feel it, but it can carry things, like smells, and sounds.

There are different kinds of wind. Ones that make you draw close to yourself and wrap your arms around to keep warm and the cold fingers of ice from sneaking into your body. But then there are ones that make you open your arms to welcome the air rushing at you, waiting for it to lift you up and take you away.

There are winds that can steal your breath away, and others that gently caress your cheek.

There are evil winds that bring huge waves crashing in on the boats and rip house and trees right out of the ground. And there are good winds that fill that sails of small vessels, and bring a cooling breeze on a hot day.

But i've been talking about the it as if it were seperate things, or identities, like people. It is, but they all come together to create one glorious, ruthless, and beautiful element.

Wind