windwhirld.

sometime we feel the air gently blows our face,
at a peak of mountain in your hometown,
or on the way to the nearest beach
you always do that on your summer vacation

some other time, we get cold air in a winter,
we expect that, we see that comes,
we are always trivially ok with that,
for a simple reason that 'it is normal', 'it always happens'.
but even with that context,
we still wear our thickest winter coat,
our comfy scarf, and our favorite beanie
because regardless you prepare for it or not,
the cold hurts you

imagine you have an endless winter,
with the snow falling cats and dogs,
mixed with thunderstorm hailing on you,
and you lie in the surface of a frozen river,
alone, naked, freezing,
you do not see it's coming,
because five minutes ago,
it was a delightful summer,
you were just captivated by its warmth,
you were just closing your eyes while
breathing so deeply to capture the atmosphere
of that-soul seething moment,
but when you open your eyes,
the whole things switched over,
you are absorbed by the tornado of confusion,
the thrilling winter is whimsically
coming in the middle of June,
you get a sense that mother earth
tries to physically tear you apart,
you are fully aware that you are
bamboozled
by that outlandish natural phenomenon

at that moment you realized,
you just get windwhirld.