The wind is the mysterious force that is behind everything. Sometimes it sings in our ears like a sweet melody from a beloved love song. It pushes us hurriedly to move out of its way, for it has elsewhere to go. The wind brushes aside thoughts of hot, clammy days with a slight whisper from its lips . As it passes, over, under,and sometimes through every and any obstacle that stands in its way to reach its unknown destination. The wind moves like a sprinter at the sound of the gun as he takes off. It's ending results are not known to anyone, not even itself. It chants timeless dares to us to be as it is, free without a destination or a thought of past expeditions.