wind blew with a force that felt like it had a life of its own. The
trees creaked - their roots holding on to the earth for survival.
The owls hooted, perturbed by the commotion and the interruption of
their nightly duties. The dogs howled in fear of the unknown.
Children remained tucked in their beds with imaginary ghosts as
their companions. As the night wore on, the wind twisted and turned,
dancing to an unknown rhythm painting pictures of the past, present
and future in colours that could not be seen by the naked eye. As
the sun rose, the air was filled with magic and excitement. I, who
had slept through this change, went out to look at the sunrise and
felt the vibrations in the atmosphere. I wished that I could
visualize the colours of the wind and paint them all in beautiful
hues and pastels.
We can only truly be ourselves once we
love, accept, trust and believe in ourselves first and then, in the
rest of the world.