Whispers in the Wind: What Stories Are Waiting to Be Heard?

Feral Musings

The Wind Whispered Today. I Listened. You Should, Too.

There’s a language in the spaces between—between words, between breaths, between the moments we’re too distracted to notice.

Today, the wind carried something different. It wove through the trees, brushing against my skin, curling around the edges of my thoughts like a secret. It wasn’t just movement. It was speaking.

Maybe you’ve heard it, too. That rustling that isn’t quite random. That shift in the air, as if something unseen is watching, waiting for you to pay attention.

I listened.

You should, too.

Because some stories aren’t written in ink. They’re carried in whispers, waiting for someone who dares to hear them.