Two or three days ago I was in a cafe, sitting on a terrace. And saw the wind was playing with a Starbucks cup. And I imagined a family. A family of Winds.
They all are different but we can recognize them all. The smallest one is a boy. He is about 5 y.o. I saw him that day. He was playing with the cup, it was a very interesting game, maybe like soccer for people. Another one among the Winds is a teenager. Sometimes he protests as most teenagers do and throws rain drops in our faces, sometimes he is naughty, pulling up girls' skirts. The oldest Winds brother is twenty-five. He is like a lover, breathing freshness in your face on a hot day. The boys’ Father is a strong Wind, but he is not angry as his brother, the uncle of the boys. The Father is big - if we can say that about a wind, and he becomes very strong, when he tries to find his boys who are playing their games outside. The uncle can be dangerous because he doesn't like anyone, when he is angry he can crush everything around him. Since they are a family, of course they have Mother, Grandpa and Grammy. The Mother, as all mothers are, is very kind and sweet. You can feel her warm touch at the end of winter. She brings you the smell of flowers. The Grandpa and Grammy are very old, you can meet them on the ocean coast in the evening. I can imagine how they are sitting in a chaise longue and just look at the ocean, holding each other by their hands...