silent, but howling in your ears, let the wind blow through your hair,
you feel it, yet it is invisible, let the wind lick at your face,
a force that is sometimes gentle and sometimes hostile, let the gentle side of the wind engulf you, blowing its soft sensation across your body,
a force that is everchanging, let the wind be, let it do what it does and in the end it will always come back to you in one way or another