I always have thought 'How calm, gentle and peaceful the wind is'. The leaves which used to dance along the direction in which the wind was swinging into looks so graceful and mesmerising, never fails to capture my eyes. Gentle wind always blow it away; the deep and long lasting sadness. And that cold breeze, would always make me want to be in someone's warn embrace. It just feels everything was just perfect on its own. The gentle wind would always leave a deep mark within my heart.
I have always thought 'How the spring breeze is like?', and it goes for all the other seasons. In my opinion;
Spring breeze is like a spring, carrying a fragrance of the beginning/something new, the newly buds plants/trees or the waves of the rivers.
Summer breeze is kind of humid but it feels great. It feels that summer breeze carries the initially palpating heart of mine like it carries the blossomness of the surrounding.
I initially don't know much about the autumn breeze. But I guess it feels kind of dry and feels like a ending/beginning and carries a confusion along it.
Winter breeze is like the name it suggest. It's kinda thrilling as winter breeze is kinda chilly. But it carries the feeling of pleasure and also the enchanting beauty within it.
The breeze that come along the rainy days is quite fierce sometimes. But it still feels somehow important like the gentle breeze that goes all around the year.
I guess no one can be as presumptuous as me, comparing the wind; the breeze to the human nature. In my opinion, the wind defines the human personality very finely. Sometimes, it feels great too while doing such a stupid thing as that. It feels as if I can find everything I needed within the wind. I can also find myself within it. I can find my guilty concise in it. It feels like I can drown in it as I get drawn toward that wind; the breeze.
