The Day The Wind Apologized (A suspicious but accepting statement)

The wind returned today.

Softly.

Almost… respectfully.

It brushed through my coat without aggression.

Lifted my dossan gently.

No snapping. No tangling. No betrayal.

I stood still.

Testing it.

The wind circled once more, then settled.

A truce.

The goat observed from a distance and muttered, “Guess it likes you now.”

Naturally.

Even the elements learn.

Official Statement:
“Consistency commands respect — even from the sky.”

Respect. The. Hair.