Wind

The wind blowing outside reminds me of emptiness. Makes me feel like a fragile piece of tissue paper, flittering with every tiny breeze. That wind sounds powerful enough to lift up the hole world and send it twirling out into space. But it need not work so hard. I am but thin and nearly weightless. I could be buffeted away into nothingness with so little as a breath of air pushed from the wings of a low-flying bird across this barren and beautiful landscape.