What troubles you today? Allow the winds of your mind to blow them free. Black clouds dominating. Winds intensifying. Waves growing. Yet in the nature of chaosis a tranquillity for the brave to discover. A thousand whispers carried on the windbecome the choir of heavenserenading troubles from the mind.
Silky soft sands, so pale, so serene. Slow ballad of the crystal waves. Whisps of white against deep blue sky. Tranquil in all ways.