A gentle breeze on a late summer night sways the trees lightly.
Winter comes and with it, change.
Cold, strong wind, dying plants, snow.
The new wind picks up speed and makes the trees follow it's path.
A plastic bag flies up to the sky and comes down with a harsh blow.
Who will it reach?
What does it carry on its journey?
Maybe it carries a letter, or maybe it is simply empty.
This wind can be harsh and brutal,
but it can also be light and gentle.
It can bring new adventures and it can force change upon its grand journey.