Walking in the wind
is like wearing a pair of glasses
for the first time.
You see everything clearly:
the trees dancing back and forth to their own melody,
the leaves blowing together in a violent fight,
the peaceful earth spinning in a chaotic manner.
Walking in the wind
is like making a baby laugh.
You hear the sweetest sounds:
the rustle of the bushes against each other,
the whistle of the air racing through the leafless branches,
the metronomic tempo of each step you take.
Walking in the wind
is like being kissed by "the one".
You feel overwhelmed:
the sun being covered by a cumulonimbus cloud,
the smell of an approaching storm,
the happiness of watching the first drop hit the ground.
Walking in the wind
is like watching a bird fly:
Free.
