I am unable to hear the sound coming from the wind, but I can almost feel its gentle pull as I watch it tumble through the leaves from the warmth of my living room.
I long to feel its breath dance upon my face. It’s so stagnant in this house; in this city. Nature beckons to me, whispering my name gently and wrapping me within its long reach.
I find solace within the winds of chaos; I sit comfortably inside the storm. I love letting it wash over my soul and bathe me with its humid rage.
Oh, but watching the breeze brings me back into this moment; the soft, passive beauty that I hold in this small space.
My eyes ride with the swaying branches and flowing leaves. I find comfort here.
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