I feel a slight breeze. It tickles my senses. The smells in the wind, the dancing of the trees, the tastes of change. Will this breeze bring a light winter snow or a great and terrible blizzard? Both are exciting and enjoyable. One on a whim; the other with preparation. Sometimes we feel the breeze but in fear of what it brings we ignore it hoping for the best. Other times we feel the breeze and we flirt with it forgetting what great things it holds. And still other times we feel it, know it, and prepare accordingly. In the times that we fear it, it will either pass over us and we lose the chance to enjoy is beautiful presence or it will overtake us leaving destruction. In the times that we flirt with it, it will either appear to flirt back with dancing snowflakes and we become more foolish thinking we are it's master only at a late time to show its might, how dare we take it for so small a force. But in the times that we feel it and know it, we prepare accordingly - ready to play with it in its happy mood or ready to let it roar and show it's awesome strength.
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