I am the passing of the wind. Flowing through the seasons of life. Some experienced my fall and saw as I passed through drifting memories to the ground as I took my leave. Others experienced the cold, harsh winters as my current situation had me blow fiercely, though I allowed the weight, freeze and pile my emotions. Few experienced my spring, as the light of the morning helped move me forward. Bringing delight and joy to many I passed. I then became the summer winds, though at times with extreme heat, a moment to relax and feel at ease. Calm winds, shifting by the currents of life and though the seasons change, I remain my course, an experience and if ever seen, forgotten, for though I appear and carry the dust, I take my leave, becoming a memory…I am the passing wind….
I Am The Wind