There’s something about wind: the flow of air that we cannot see but can feel, that riddles my skin to magic.
We see the leaves flutter and hear them.
And it is the unseen.
The same as such in life.
There are events, experiences, moments…essentially Time, that happens in everybodys life.
And the person is a subject of the unseen.
Wind does damage, wind does beauty, just as time does.
There is a force out there that we don’t see and it affects each one of us.
We can be the fluttering strength of a flower who won’t let go of it’s roots or the tree that crashes to the forest floor.
We get to choose how to deal with the wind of our life.