face to the air, catch the breeze-

to open up the sail of my heart and let my thoughts be borne aloft. to throw worries, cares and caution to the wind.

I stop, the air surges, hair flies, time slows. Darkness permeates the ground, and the sterile lights of academia are but scattered facts, illuminating barely the paths of men.

But the sky is bright, and though the stars and moon are nowhere to be seen;

...I am not alone.