[Wind-Blown Literature Club] Night Breeze | Essay

Title: Entrusting to the Night Breeze

At night, I can hear the sound of the wind that I didn't notice during the day.

When I open the window a little, a cool night breeze enters the room.

Perhaps it is because I know the heat of the day.

That wind feels more pleasant than usual.

The night breeze has a mysterious power.

Things that would bother me endlessly during the day can be set aside a little further away when I am in the night breeze.

Things I couldn't do today.

Things I couldn't say.

Worries about tomorrow.

The things that were swirling around in my head are gradually unraveling as they ride the wind.

Looking outside, someone is walking under a streetlamp.

The lights of a convenience store.

Cars driving in the distance.

Laughter heard from someone's house.

Everyone is spending their own night.

When I think of that, the time I spend alone feels a little less lonely.

The night breeze doesn't answer anything.

It doesn't even say, "It's okay."

It just blows quietly and brushes against my cheeks.

But maybe that's fine.

Because it is also necessary to have time to stop for a while without rushing for an answer.

After a while, I closed the window.

The room became a little hot, but my heart is lighter than it was before.

I can think about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Tonight, I will just sleep while leaving it to the night breeze.

It's okay to have nights like that.

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