I’ve felt it before. It comes out of nowhere and wants to take you back there. At times it makes you sweat, but then it chills you to the bones. No way to sail along with it for it is unpredictable and gusty.
But it carries many new scents and the perfume of unknown lands fills the air, speaking of faraway places and undiscovered treasures. It makes your feet itch and your eyes sweep the horizon.
It’s then a matter of timing, I guess. The one gust will come that has the potential to carry you away. Like in strong waves on a beach, the secret is to not fight it. But why, if I know this so well, I am still worried to miss my wave?