This is the way the winds move, they dance forwards and backwards, moving twigs and flowers out of their comfort zone, because that’s what winds are supposed to do. They rush and thrush, ripping things from the inside out, and all we can do is be baffled at its own strength and force. They act as if they have a divine plan they follow and obey; they conquer as if they know the secrets of the universe and they live, either as a known strength or as a whisper always dancing behind the play of life. Sometimes… when we listen closely we can hear it clearly: orchestrating, changing and composing melodies that awaken even the sleepiest of souls. Sometimes (just sometimes), we can even see the hidden forces they have for us… for both me and you. They are secret, I know… but on those moments it all becomes clear.