I opened the door of my apartment and let in a breeze of eerie proportions. Although this rush was consciously noticeable, not a tree moved in effect, nor did it make the smallest of sound. It seemed as though the wind only existed to me, only embraced and touched my flesh. I should accept this as strange; this moment in turn be categorized as the beginning of my “losing my edge”, simply my “losing it”. But this is just another morning, another random occurrence in my ever so simple world. A smile brushes my face subconsciously from somewhere safe, and as I smile back, the wind ceases.

12/30/2008