Description

The wind carries more than just air. It carries stories and laughter left behind in the streets. Some days, it feels like the wind knows you. Like it’s nudging you forward, or holding you still, just for a moment longer.

It brushes past your face like a memory you almost forgot. Like something is waiting— just around the bend.

There’s a kind of freedom in the wind because it’s been everywhere. And seen everything. And still chooses to move. Maybe we can too.