The wind brings with it a certain sense of chaos. There is more movement, more sound. Generally paired with an unnatural, white sky- the wind is like a strange life force. It moves the plants and if you stretch your mind you can imagine that it is the plants reaching out to the world to see what's out there. It's like a shower for the trees, stripping away any debris or dead leaves, but it ends up littering the ground for an unorganized, chaotic effect. There is a sense of foreboding in the air, a heaviness around you- pushing against you as you get wherever you're going. It's quite unnatural to see birds flying without going forward, struggling against the wind yet staying at a stand still, suspended in the air.
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