I always feel whirled in meaningless wind when she’s here. It feels like the cycle of life is disrupted just to accommodate where the wind pleases to circulate or make a little destruction to delay impending projects. Like the course of nature, so natural that it feels like it should be the way of life – meaningless and wastage of energy for me. So wasteful and disruptive with the effort I have to put it.
Note to Self: Why is it suddenly I feel as if life is disco-balled for no reason at all?