Coup de Vent

Every Evening when the cold sun does not have his mind made up between the sky and earth - the wind of change blows across the ISB campus.
The gusts are merciless.
I could be in the Library reading something - but I can still see the trees outside sway under their brutal charm.
Or I could be in my room, overlooking the courtyard that's between the A and B Block in SV1 and I can see the circles of dust envelope the greens in a hypnotic spell.
I could be on my way to the Gym and feel them play with my hair.
Or it could be really late at night and I could be walking back and suddenly the winds pick up and I am against them .

I call them "The Restless" - I have a theory that when its me against "The Restless" ..its best to have a neutral mind.

When "The Restless" blow its also best to exercise caution while making a wish- because no sooner than the thought leaves my mind - its out there in the open - flying across the ages and might cross paths with someone who can actually make my wish happen.
So better be careful about what I am asking for.

These winds blow from worlds that I don't know exist. They have passed happy places and sad places and carry with them the residual fears, dreams, miracles, disappointments, smiles, wishes and hopes of all the people that they have come across - not that day ..not that week .. but across the sands of time. And when they cross my path - what hits me is the smattering of memories, aspirations , questions and inspirations that I once set free and it fills my heart with a sense of happiness and longing that I cannot explain.

And every once in a while - when the mood is right - they whisper stories of journeys that were took far longer than my own and of tears than sprung into flowers once they hit the ground.
And strangely enough - And all I can do - is turn my face to them and be swept away.