Today is a windy day. the trees are dancing yet it is too afraid to be carried out and leave their roots and die. the sun is hopeless as she cannot do anything about. the air is talking and it must be heard. I am sitting looking behind the window and thinking what is happening and how many have suffered the most. my mood and the wind is alike. my feelings are being moved right and left y the wind unable to control them. I wish I were part of the nature to do whatever I want without fearing the consequences. Despite the fear, I love windy days, it forces you to dance and feel the rhythm.
