Sometimes the wind just passes with no words exchanged between strangers. This leaves no one innocent. This leaves no one free to indoctrinate children with erratic schematics or to pace hospital corridors waiting for descendents to be born.
Sometimes the wind just passes and does not remove any litter from our lives. It does not swirl dust into hidden corners. It does not bring anything new. It does not replace one hope with another. It leaves us instead with the way it is. Then at least there will be something for our hands to hold.
Sometimes the wind just passes through, and carries with it no exquisite revelation; no song to murmur or hum. Then we will say “I am walking away from someone else’s prediction to take a journey” – dropping links of chain – “So that if I wished, I might find my way home.”