WIND

The staccatos and legatos of life swayed to the invisible force whose presence could be felt in the most soporific state of mind. Every inch you move away from vacuum and closer to our world you can sense it presence. Unable to vanquish the gravity that our mother had proposed, it circled around our world breathing life into its children. On your day it flew smoothly like a cadenza in continuum, but on its day it orchestrated mayhem moving like a juggernaut. Sails torn apart by spindrifts, trees uprooted by tornadoes but on the other side flowers chuckled at the sense of its presence and orchards danced to its music. World would have gone deaf it it were to be inexistent, voices would never find ears that long to hear a phenomenon called ‘Sound’ as it would have become a zombie. Each place carried a distinctive scent and it was only the media that made these scents traverse to different lands. It was this force that nature had baptized as WIND.