I am sitting on my terrace and enjoying the morning breeze. A bit more than an hour before noon, the shade of my house is quite pleasing. Unexpectedly, the breeze starts shifting. There are gusts of wind every now and then. Erratic, they are a joy to feel on my skin. The gusts intensify. They change for no rhyme or reason, too. In spite of the magnificent view of the Mirna valley, which sparkles in the sunlight, I close my eyes shut. The wind touches me now here and now there. Ever so gently, it caresses me from head to toe. I am transfixed. My skin is with me all the way. Go wind, go! And then I open my eyes. Hey, all it takes is a little bit of wind! And no more than a few gusts here and there. As well as a mind that is free to roam hither and thither without any restrictions. Or crafty aspirations. The blessed wind for ever and ever. For my sins, I get up to put my petty discovery into words. Not too many of them, though. Nor too bewildering, perish the thought.