City of wind
The wind, like the air we breathe, is something we rarely notice or pay attention to. Most often it's gentle kiss escapes our notice. Hiding in plain sight.
Wind is a gentle friend, helping spread seeds, move rain and clouds, assisting the forces of life. Not requiring any special attention or consideration, it doesn't interfere in our busy lives or forces us to change our plans.
The wind on these days has a soft voice, whispering and only heard by those willing to listen. Rustling leaves, whistling softly, undemanding. It leaves as easily as it came, without announcing itself, slowly fading until undetectable. Re-surging, but like a dream we are never quite sure where it came from or when it started.
Despite it's gentle nature, a breeze cannot be captured, controlled or directed, it flows freely.
Only after turning angry and violent do we often notice the wind has become a storm, demanding our respect and humbling us for our ignorance. As the waves rise and tides rise, so too will the wind come and go, calming and quietly loving those it touches.
A city of wind, the place where I found you. Where together we witnessed the cycles of the wind.