I felt the breeze of doubt blow through me. Like a tornado, it destroyed the very structures I’ve built to have some sort of peace. My mental society were at each other’s throats. And I’m the mayor, trying to rebuild civilization. I heard every complaint and irritations. The voices of the people were many. I’m just one man. But I still get up everyday, hearing the needs and wants put upon me to correct. Fixing the wrongs the terrible winds took from us. I’m finally having progress. Because I got everyone in my head to work together. We put back the skyscrapers and planted the flowers and pulled out the weeds. I’m feeling a sense of peace. And the next time a wind blows through, I’ll be ready. Because I built the city stronger. And I learned to help my little society work together. There’s peace, at last.