I have always loved feeling the wind and observing the many ways it reveals itself. Wind is invisible, yet we can see and hear it through strands of hair drifting in the breeze, the flutter of a skirt, or the rustling of leaves in nature.
Though formless, the wind reveals the presence and condition of everything it touches.
To me, it represents an unknown and invisible force against which we slowly press forward.
Comforting Whispers|Face the winds of the unknown, finding steadfast strength even as you sway.