Doesn’t the wind taste different? Curiosity breezes in through windows and leaves of change catch in cyclones on the sidewalk. I can hear a whisper, although I cannot make out the words. With every page I turn, I get the sense that I’m closer to a new chapter. I couldn’t tell you remotely what it’s about, but I feel it coming closer.
Something on the wind 🌬
Something on the wind 🌬
Something on the wind 🌬
Doesn’t the wind taste different? Curiosity breezes in through windows and leaves of change catch in cyclones on the sidewalk. I can hear a whisper, although I cannot make out the words. With every page I turn, I get the sense that I’m closer to a new chapter. I couldn’t tell you remotely what it’s about, but I feel it coming closer.