I always used to step outside at dawn, just for a short while, and listen to the wind. It's steady, clear and sweet song has given me strength countless times.

But lately, I noticed that all warmth had left the charming breeze. In a single moment, I realised that its tuning was overall deeper. It's delicate, careful melody all mixed up. Former softness and it's accuracy, never missing a beat, mangled into something different, which neither held joy, nor did it cause that feeling inside of me.

I can only take some guesses at what happened, but the wind seems to be somewhat broken. It broke apart, or only cracked, who knows. But certainly, a hollow inside has been revealed, which wrongs the tuning, the song, the feeling.

A hollow space to have different tunes resonate, clashing with its former glorious, and complete, self.

It's a sad story, most likely.

Well, it looks like I will never know and have certainty.

All I am able to, is to composition a story to fit this awful melody, that makes my ears ring, my head hurt.

Still, on to this day.