Dada Terasa Ada Angin Novels & Stories

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w

Melissa's POV A gentle breeze caressed the air, bringing with it a sense of serenity. The atmosphere was cool and refreshing, with a subtle crispness that invigorated the senses. The soft whispers of the wind rustled through the surroundings, creating a soothing melody that calmed the mind. As the breeze swept past, it carried the sweet scent of nature, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. The coolness danced across the skin, leaving a trail of refreshment in its wake. The atmosphere was peaceful, with a sense of tranquility that seemed to envelop everything.

Surely, she prioritize her entertainment more. It was sunny day yet it was a good weather for us. Hindi masakit sa balat ang init na nangagaling sa araw. Dahil na rin malapit lang sa dagat ang kinaroroonan ay maaliwalas ang ihip ng hangin. I could smell the salt water adjoining the breeze from the sea and I could hear the gush of the waves from the seashore.

*** Somewhere behind the barrier *** The air feels thick with humidity tonight, the sky is filled with dark heavy clouds that seem to stretch endlessly across the horizon, creating a sense of anticipation I can’t quite place. As the night settles in and the full moon rises to its peak, the wind begins to pick up, rustling through leaves and branches creating a haunting melody. The temperature starts to drop slightly but the air remains heavy with warmth. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, causing the leaves to dance and twirl, as if in a frenzy.

The city lights flickered outside the window as we made our way to the surprise location. As we arrived at our destination, my heart fluttered with anticipation. I step out of the car, and immediately, a gentle breeze greets me, caressing my skin like a lover's touch. It carries with it the scent of the nearby ocean, a subtle mix of salt and freedom. My hair flutters in the breeze, dancing around my shoulders in a playful, untamed rhythm. I close my eyes for a moment, allowing the breeze to envelop me. It feels as if the world has paused, giving me this exquisite moment of tranquility. The sensation of the cool air against my warm skin is like a whisper from nature, inviting me to savor the

Mia Yilmaz: As I stand at the edge of the cliff, the wind whips at my face, and I gaze at the waves tenderly crashing against the rocks. The scent of earth, laced with a touch of salt, dances in my nostrils while the gentle breeze caresses my skin. A warm smile graces my lips as a profound sense of peace wraps its delicate vines around me. It’s a warm sensation that fills me with joy and brings a thrilling flutter to my stomach. I feel a sense of ease, as if all my burdens have vanished, and I can’t help but wish that I could remain in this moment for eternity.

“I hope I will be seeing more of Dario 2:0. I like him better. He’s fun and better than guardian Dario.” “All parts of me are good!” “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” I replied looking away from Dario. The window was half—opened , and the wind that blew as Dario increased his speed was soothing. I could feel adrenaline flow through my blood, and best of all I could feel joy in my heart.

The air on the island felt different now, heavy and charged, as though the approaching storm wasn’t confined to the sky. The once serene paradise had become a pressure cooker, the weight of it pressing down on Quinn’s chest. She stood by the tall windows of the villa’s living room, the horizon marred by dark clouds rolling in from the sea. The wind had picked up, rustling the palm fronds outside and carrying the salty tang of the ocean through the slightly open windows.

It felt strange but exciting, and a part of me looked forward to the unknown. I turned toward the window and, without really thinking about it, pressed the button to roll it down. The glass slid down soundlessly, and in a second, the rush of wind punched me in the face. It blew my hair all over the place, whipping it across my cheeks, past my ears, tangling it into knots. The air was cold, sharp, but not unpleasant. It was like diving headfirst into a river after being stuck in that silent prison of a room for days.

-GREY- The cold sharp wind squandered in from the open window, making me think of early Spring after a long harsh unending snow. Sadly, winter and spring doesn't exist in this tropical country. The wind, with its gentle touch, caressed my bare skin. Papers on my slender fingers danced with the wandering wind and it didn't take long enough for me to twitch my lips with an ample annoyance. Mr. William, which seemed to have been aware of my obvious annoyed face, fetched for the double glass window and shut it close without further delay.