It sounds like the feeling of paper crinkling in your hands

It makes your lungs feel full, as if you’ve just taken a deep breath

It makes your knees feel shaky, like you’re addressing a large audience

It makes you feel like a dust mote in the shining eye of the universe

And yet, so big that you could flatten forests with a flick of your hand

It feels like old bones scraping together

And new tears falling on a page full of writing

The sound of wind is like all of the world being a puzzle at your feet