The wind

I'm sitting at my computer. Outside, it's raining. From time to time a car passes by. In spite of the weather, the birds are singing merrily. It's 2 p.m., the church's bells are ringing. It's the only thing that seems to know what time it is. The city is quiet, almost dead. One would almost believe that time has stopped, maybe it hasn't. We are simply not aware of its progression. I look around for a sign, for something. The wind has awakened from its torpor. It blows, it rumbles, it wants to be taken into account. He's there, even if no one can see him. Suddenly, he calms down and waits. For a second, the wind stared back at me through the windows. Quietly hopping. I looked up and acknowledged its presence. We stared at each other. We nodded and smiled to some unknown sentence or speech. Then he left. I kept staring at the window till my thoughts drifted away, and I was no longer able to see what was in front of me. Everything was blurred. A sound brought me back to my senses, it was the wind gently blowing in my ears.