What do you do when the hostile wind blows?

Hide inside, fight outside and look for the middle ground

Leaves are dancing an involuntary dance – the pavement is their paquet today – and through a huge glass window, I watch them move and stop and move again guided by an invisible force. The wind is their choreographer and I’m their spectator sitting on a red chair in this amphitheatre of life. If this wind had a colour, it would be dark blue with wet drops of grey. It’s cold, moist and ill-carrying.

I’m inside a cafe where a facade is just a wall of long, transparent glass and outside walking bodies are fighting hostile blows that want to push them back, keeping them from moving forward.

Isn’t that what life feels like right now?

The fight against hostility, and realizing anew that hostility is part of nature – before it was dozing and now it’s awakened and everyone is shocked that the wind can blow so offensively against our faces and turn our cheeks red from anger, frustration and pain at being hit so hard. But even if fighting the wind and tilting windmills is a futile matter, people will be still running through the wind aggressively and raising hands to slap its eluding, unslappable face.

In such weather, it’s tempting to stay at home and hide from animosity – to not let…