The Wind Knows.

The wind blew strong and steady through this evening’s twilight. It had that driving, restless intensity that some winds possess, forcing the heavy sky northward with what seemed improper haste. The total absence of people and traffic encouraged a curious melancholy for once, instead of the usual sense of peace. It’s odd how sometimes you can be alone and feel content, while at others you feel simply alone.

I lost a precious illusion today, which is undoubtedly a good thing. So, ever onwards like the wind. I suppose the wind provides one of life’s more telling metaphors. Whichever direction it takes, it’s always moving forward.