Sometimes, the Wind Just Knows
Sometimes, the Wind Just Knows This morning started like every other day loud, rushed, and a little annoying. The constant honking outside my window was already making me regret waking up early. I sat by my desk, pretending to focus on my work, but honestly, my thoughts were as scattered as the papers lying in front of me. The cars, the bikes, the endless noise everything felt heavy. There was a moment when I wanted to scream, “Just stop for a second!” But, of course, the world doesn’t stop. And then… something unexpected happened. A gentle breeze slipped in through my half-open window. It brushed past the curtains, softly, as if asking for permission to come in. At first, I ignored it. I had “things to do.” But the wind wasn’t ready to give up. It played with the corners of my notes, lifted the edges of my papers, even flipped one right into my lap. It felt like the wind was teasing me “Come on, step outside for a minute.” So, I did. The moment I stepped out, it felt like a...
