I learned that you only have to position yourself midway the earth and the sky to hear what the wind has to say.
Too near the ground and only its whisper remains from the mountains and man-made structures that block its path.
Too high up and the intensity of its blows are only meant to direct the clouds to where they should be.
Stand where the sky almost meets the earth. Only then will you hear. For the wind never ceases to tell. Of warnings and great adventures. Of leaves falling and new seasons coming.
And just like the touch of the wind upon your cheek while you stand atop the mountain, may you feel all that which are better left unsaid. For unlike language, love need not be spoken nor seen to be understood. Feel and you will hear.
-A message of a brat, i unfortunately call sister.