The Wind is calling, without a face and without a name
But upon its arrival you’ll know it and feel it just the same
Invisible like its distant cousin the Light, only revealing itself once it reaches its destination
Finally announcing its presence without any doubt or reservation
Light needs no companion, traveling at a constant speed far too fast to care how you feel
But the Wind, nah. It needs you. For validation. It can change speeds. And direction. And though unseen, it wants you to know that it is indeed real
And every now and then the Wind will ask its closer cousin the Snow to come out and play
When the conditions allow, the Wind and the Snow come together to tease the Light, robbing mere mortals of vision even during the day
As Mother Nature calls the sun to set, the Light retreats, leaving the the Wind and Snow to the impending night
Leaving all living things to experience life through other senses, without benefit of full sight
But be still and listen closely, even when the trees barely move as the Snow starts falling
Just above your own thoughts, just barely, you’ll hear that the Wind is still calling
