That obscure line between reality and imagination

Not always is there the otherwise pleasant breeze in the air. And as usual the first reason that is easily churned out is fate.
' It just happened so'
Why? All that is in answer is shrugs, maybe a few downward glances and that very particular shrug which seems to give the best answer, - the futility of such a question.

Pondering about it assumes a new lead. Its simply akin to searching for that drop of poison that got spilt in milk. Even if you do find it, there is no surety that you will ever know you found it. It is just as close as it gets. You know you got it, but you don't know it. You are not confused, no you no you are not. It's just that all you've got is why you are not feeling the breeze, not why the breeze stopped and for that matter, you're not even sure there was a breeze in the first place or whether it was created by a tingling on your body by a figment of your imagination..