STILL HOPING

 Wind strikes, blows away the weakest and helpless, threatens to demolish the fragile, vulnerable routine we have formed so conveniently, without devoting much effort. Threatens to ruin everything we have been subconsciously glad and thankful to believe. It sweeps away the shreds of light and understanding we sticked

.to, the ones we have been so dependent upon

When the thrilling wind roars past your ears, it blurs your mind, launching it into an overwhelming vortex you

.cannot defy, sending it to a world of her own will, her own unexpected whims and dominating, prevailing chaos

And when it passes, having done a colossal damage and deplorable, lamentable wreck, it leaves us

.disconcerted, wondering bemusedly who we are, where we are and what we are