Thursday, June 26, 2008


There is something soothing about watching the wind stream through a window and to listen to it's whispering sounds as it is blowing. I can hear it, feel it and see its trail but it's invisible. I can't hold it but it can envelop me, cool me, ease me, yet sometimes ruffle my feathers. It is the ethereal unseen nature of it that I like most - so mysterious.

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