Confucius was very wise. He once said, “The way the wind blows, that’s the way the grass bends.”

And in a sense, both Confucius and this fortune were absolutely correct… The “winds of change” started blowing almost immediately after dinner. Hard. Hurricane force. If there was any grass in my room, it would have definitely been bent, and possibly scorched.

Those “winds” kept me, my roommate, and all of my neighbors, awake through the night.

Hopefully the windy season blows over before the month ends!

Author: frenchy