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 different world. The sunlight wasn’t harsh anymore. It had that golden softness that only morning light has the kind that touches your skin but doesn’t burn. The air smelled fresh, like something had just begun.

The sky was clear a calm blue with small white clouds floating lazily. The wind moved around like a playful child, sometimes gentle, sometimes a little wild. It brushed my hair, tangled it, then came back again to untangle it as if saying sorry. I smiled without even realizing it.

Then I noticed the trees. Their leaves were dancing, some still green, some already dry and brown. The dry ones slowly gave up their hold, falling softly to the ground. And before I could blink, the same wind that brought me outside began sweeping those fallen leaves away  scattering them in random directions.

There was something so beautiful in that simple moment the way the leaves let go, the way the wind carried them away without asking where they wanted to go. It made me think maybe change is just like that. We hold on for too long, afraid to fall, but when we finally do, we realize the world doesn’t end. It just begins to move differently.

I sat there for a long time just listening, breathing, being. The city noise was still there, but it didn’t bother me anymore. It was still the same world, but somehow, I wasn’t the same person.

And as the wind passed by me again, almost like a goodbye, I thought to myself 

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing… to let the wind take over once in a while.”

Because sometimes, change doesn’t announce itself with big events or grand moments. Sometimes, it’s just a small breeze slipping through your window, reminding you that life still wants you to step outside.