As the morning light casts its shadow over the dawn, so too does the wind shape the peace of the day.

And in its breath, there lays a moment of silence that hushes the voices of doubt and rushes towards a feeling of hope as the optimism that extends itself to all those that listen, is swept up in a gust of excitement.

And chance we must at its peril, for the skies are but only an opening to a world of possibility. And the wind that does circle around us listens to every thought, to every breath, to every nuance of our being. And as it does so, so too does it dance and weave its way throughout the minds of all that hear and see and think and be. And so too is the wind connecting us all. And so too is the sky ablaze with ourselves.

And hushed by nothing, it chatters its merry talk across the borders of our world and hides nothing from anyone. It needs no secrets, as in itself, it finds the space for all that is within, and all that is known, and ever will be.

And with this knowledge, with this vision, look up into the sky and feel the wind around your face and know that with every moment, comes a passionate caress from someone somewhere that hears and shares your voice, your dreams your fears, your sorrow, your anger, your needs and wants and all that you could ever be.

And smile at its truth, smile at the magnificence of what it brings, for in these hands sits dormant the strength to shine all of its truth on you.