After a good 5-10 minutes, he returned back with a smile sticked to his face.
"Let's go outside, it must be breezy at this time" I gave him a 'whatever' look and followed him to the terrace outside.
On reaching the terrace, it was blowy a day, just as he had predicted earlier.
I leaned against the railing, letting the wind brush past my hair.
The wind greets concrete and skin just the same, yet I am blessed to feel it. Its giddy currents flow through woodland canopies, unaware of how its song soothes those who can hear. I have always thought of the wind as so free, chaotic even, yet it too has its path, even if there are infinite possible destinations. It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every direction an option.
I close my eyes and enjoy the wind blowing past me, I smile as it brings a tingling sensation to my skin.
