It’s a breeze, at the most – soft, quiet and light. But when it gently blows in from the East, it can compel you leave everything and just feel it - through your hair and skin. In the springtime, it will make you want to fall in love and fill your days with hope; on a dark summer night, it lulls you to sleep after a day made lazy; in winters, it overwhelms you with the sadness of nostalgia, and a yearning for an unknown future.
But I love it the most after abrupt squalls, and unexpected storms: when the gusty wind fades into a soft, quiet and light breeze that you can feel through your hair and skin. During those times, I am rooted to a spot lost in feelings which only poets can interpret in spoken words.
If nature can ever captivate everybody and turn them instantly joyous, its only when you feel the east wind blow.