The Wind.

Wind. It's a good thing. The wind can be cold, warm or just cozy. Sometimes it blows and makes your hair looks pretty, flying freely.It'll blow past you and you'll close your eyes. Feeling it on your skin. Calming your mind. It's like you're being in a different world. A world where it's not too cold nor too hot. It's just right. A world where it's only you. You and the wind.

Wind. When it passed you, it's like the brick of reality hits you. You'll be brought back to your real world. The coldness, the warmness, the 'just-right', everything is gone. You're left with all these noises, these works need to be done, these everything. And then you'll start craving for it. You'll start fanning yourself with your hand, a newspaper, a book, anything that can make you feel 'the wind' again. But it's not the same. Nothing is the same. 'The wind' is too hot. 'The wind' makes your hair fly but not as pretty as before. 'The wind' will not bring you anywhere. You stay in the same world.

'The wind' is never the same.

Wind. It's a bad thing. The wind can be soft or harsh. Sometimes it blows softly, gently and then it picks up its speed. Getting stronger and stronger until it forms a hurricane. It blows death and sorrows. It ruins houses, it kills animals, it kills people. Your loved ones. And then the wind disappears. Leaving damages everywhere.

But the wind will always return.