Insubstantial, yet powerful enough to uproot trees, crumble buildings, and steal life. The wind isn’t just air, it’s powerful atmospheric pressure and differences in temperature that give it the force of an army of giants, a league of dragons, or the soft grace of a butterfly’s wings.
Sweeping across the world with no barriers such as religion, language or orientation to hinder it’s destruction and beauty, the winds touch all equally, whispering unheard secrets as it sweeps over heads and under doors. Truly free to do as it does, the winds don’t discriminate, nor do they fault, they simply do. And so they have, since the first rays of day, gave birth to the warmth, that breathes the wind across the world.
Posted from amongst the tangled interwebs