Do you know the wind?
As it blows across the plains, around the mountains, and through the rustling leaves of the trees do know know the wind by more than just its sound and the feel as it moves by your body? Do you know it by more than just the force it exerts upon you? More than by the clouds which twist and bend to its will as the wisps of white float by overhead?
But, do you know it?
This invisible force which pushes against you at times and makes each step even harder than the last. It could be at your back and move you along in a direction you may choose, or one you may not. You may have to fight it, or it may help you along. Do you see others in the wind, as it direct their lives in ways which bring joy and sorrow every day.
A life lost. A love found. Something created. Something destroyed.
A notion the world is upset with itself and heading towards an unknown future, a place which the winds push us towards – but with our every step our body teeters with uncertain balance. Will this be a good place or a bad one? What will happen to me? Where are we being taken?
And we can try to shout into this wind and nothing comes out of our mouths. All we hear is the bluster and power of the wind as it fills our ears with white noise and the pressure of billowing gusts.
At times it seems the wind is made of the voices of millions, and we feel alone with our voice drowned out.
We could scream and no one would hear us.
Because the wind is there, drowning us out and fighting our every move.
Do you feel its power, more than just a simple and easily-explained force of nature? Do you see it, can you picture it in your mind as some sort of twisting, nether-like tangle of lines and swirls, like a Van Gogh painting where the wind is painted on the canvas with serpentine strokes and the brilliant colors of the sky? Do you see the wind for what it is, and how it shapes our lives? Do you see how it wraps around every one of us, twists and plays with our clothes and hair, and connects us together as one? The wind cares not about the color of skin, our political inclinations, or if the person standing against an infinite tide of the sky is a man or a woman.
It can come at us like a hurricane.
And at other times, the force of the wind could barely move a feather, and yet we still see the plumage gently play in the almost non-existent breeze.
Even though we cannot feel it, it is still there. Do you think about the invisible wind when you cannot even sense it? On a day where the air hangs heavy and barely moves at all, do you think about the wind more than wishing for a cool breeze to come to cool your skin? Do you consider the plumes of heat which rise from the land the wind, or just a current of air spiraling up in a giant column which we do not see nor can we even say is there without science to confirm?
Do we know this, the wind, as something more than science and nature? Can we explain its presence without a mathematical model and climate studies? Is it something more than a force of nature?
Does the wind bind us, connect us in a way?
Does it make us one?
Or does it keep us apart? Does it blow between each of us and keep the tiny hairs on our skin from sensing another there? Do we just feel the wind, and not the other person standing next to us? Does it blow between our bodies and keep us from ever truly touching? Do heated and hated words too easily spring forth and power these winds, and they blow like a scorching blow torch across a desert plain, almost stinging to the touch, with grit and sand which stings our eyes and forces us to close them even tighter to the world around us?
Can we never truly see because the wind blows in our eyes?
Does it numb our sense of touch? Does it blow us off course? Does it force us to shield ourselves tighter against its power and keep us from being as one? But if we were one, would that be what we want? There is something to be said for many singular souls standing against the wind, or together in it to enjoy the sensation. If bunch too tightly, if we were too close, we would feel nothing. There is a certain benefit to detachment, as there is a similar benefit in being close to others.
We need others, yet we also need to be able to stand alone.
Or does the wind do all of these things? A force, a power for both good and bad, indifferent in its infliction and benefit, but yet something which could push a sailing ship to a calm and friendly port, or tip the vessel over dooming all aboard. Do we understand this force, both for good and for bad, and what it does to us all?
At times I wonder about such things, if we understand and can feel the forces which both act upon us and can be caused by one and the same. If we somehow are fooled into thinking we are more powerful than the wind, that a lone voice in the tumult really does matter, and then I think back to the times where yes – one voice and one life mattered.
Change blew in, and one person mattered.
And for the good or the bad, the rest of us adapted to this new world, picked up the pieces, and continued to stand in the wind – or against it, depending on your perspective. For some, we have no choice, as in the wind we must stand.