The Unseen
It is invisible, disastrous, but yet beauteous
It surrounds us at every turn, crevice, and hole
It treads the boundary between happiness and total ruination
It can turn a calm day into a certain ‘darkness’ only found in the deepest of all abysses
The power it wields is enough to overcome any obstacle
It can be cool, warm, chilly, or comforting
Any moment can be filled with infinite elation
And that same moment can disappear in a heart beat
Without caution it can be the instant your life meets its end
Then it’s over in the blink of an eye
Your slayer’s natural environment is nature itself
It has no control
It has no master, no feelings, no warnings
It slips through your fingers and it is weightless upon your shoulders
It blows over you with ease and has no conscience
It has no regrets and there is no escape
Its wrath is unmatched and notorious for its unpredictability
It carries itself and depends on no one else
It can be as silent as the grass growing and as abrupt the screech of your tires attempting to save you from a crash
IT is the invisible force that pushes you back when you’re rushing
And IT is the very alien you wish to see at night when the trees ruffle mysteriously
IT cannot be caught
IT is untamable and is best left alone
IT... is the wind
— Alden Brine, Class of 2014