Wind
-I want to write a story like the wind.
-Like the wind?
-Look at those drapes. The way they move, don't they give you a feeling of harmony?
-I don't understand.
-A moment they're still, then a light breeze starts moving them, sinuous.
It seems that they could continue forever, but a gust comes and the movement becomes a rush.
They run toward an invisible destination.
The wind calms down, and they start dancing again, slowly, until they stop.
-And then?
-Only the wind knows. And we keep on watching, waiting to see what happens next.
That's how the wind writes.
2019-09-03
