The wind is really cool.
It’s that feeling you get when it rushes past you, surrounds you, when it plays with your hair.
It’s like a moving spirit on it’s own.
That’s kinda how I came up with an idea for a story. But anyways.
This morning it was just a simple wind that made me feel that inspiration all over again. For just a short while, I remembered how It felt like, imagining myself in that story again. A rush of ideas coming all at one go but I can’t really make out any one.
So I just let them go and forgot.