025: wind

Oh, what things the wind knows, traveling the world without thought of resting, but knowing that its first breath will also be its last! How fancy-free the breeze seems to be, but in reality, it is simply making the best of what life it has left before the end. And yet, to spite its own mortality, the gust travels across smiling couples in the throes of quiet euphoria, across those desperate lonely souls whose ennui shatters their world each day, taking-in all the life it can possibly survey.

Oh, what things the wind knows, in all its brevity!