I respect the power the change in weather can have over a person’s general mood. When the clouds cover the sun on a particularly sunny day, and the breeze washes over you, tenderly caressing your face and ruffling your hair. Almost as if it whispers a secret only the two of you share. It calms you, makes you appreciate it, and sometimes even leaves a smile on your face. And once it passes through, you open your eyes, and everything that was in front of you, the road, your friend, the trees, the sky, is the same it was, yet completely different. Each gust of wind shrouds an ocean of memories within. And with each brush of air, it drops some of those memories onto you, fleeting, just for a moment, enough to make you remember the good, and imbibe it right here in the present.