The Wind Was Louder Than My Thoughts
The Wind Was Louder Than My Thoughts
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It was one of those days.
Too many emails. Too many voices. Too many reasons to scream into a pillow.
So I grabbed the keys, didn’t text anyone, and just… drove.
No destination. No playlist. Just engine, tires, and the stretch of highway that promised nothing but space.
The city faded fast.
Buildings turned to trees.
Billboards turned to sky.
And somewhere between the first and fourth exit, I rolled the windows down.
All of them.
The wind hit like a wave.
It didn’t ask questions. It just came in—messy, cold, healing.
I accelerated.
Not dangerously, just enough to feel it.
The kind of speed that made my thoughts scatter like leaves behind me.
And for the first time in weeks, I felt…
free.
No one could reach me.
No one could ask me for anything.
There were no notifications. No deadlines. No shoulds.
Just white lines racing under me and the hum of everything I’d been ignoring finally melting into motion.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I blinked and tasted salt.
Not sadness. Not really.
More like release.
Like the feeling you get when you walk out of 우리카지노 after hours of intensity and just breathe.
Nothing spectacular happened—
but something inside you shifted.
I pulled over at a scenic rest stop.
Sat on the hood. Watched trucks pass.
Felt the wind kiss my cheek and thought, This is what peace feels like.
It wasn’t a solution.
It didn’t fix anything.
But it reminded me that I could move.
And that movement, sometimes, is enough.
Like finding a quiet room in 온라인카지노, away from the crowd,
where you can just exist for a moment before stepping back into everything.
I drove back slowly.
Not because I was tired.
But because I didn’t want to forget what it felt like to fly, even for a little while.