Wind, take[s] it all away.

...so I went to the orthodox church to hear them pray, to find some peace [of mind and othere matters], to think, to find a solution [?]. I walked out after some time. To the street. A busy Cracovian street it was. The wind blew strongly. It was exceptionally hot there though, the first time this year, I guess. I felt like I was invisible, walking slowly, unnoticeably, people passing me by, rushing to run their errands although it was already 5pm on the clock. I felt kind of light, kind of heavy as I still have the presentation pending, but nevertheless, it felt very exhilarating to walk 5 times slower than the tempo of an average street walker. I went to a shop as I noticed a Middle-Eastian carpet hung on the outside of a shop. It was magic. Magical caprets including. And pillows. And silk blouses. There was also a woman with a child girl, the shop owner, presumably. As I entered she was just asking the girl vocabulary of some exotic language. Colors precisely. The girl answered correctly.
I have to say, there really is something with the train[s]. I mean, when I was leaving to uni, there was not a spare space for a single carriage. When came back and left again there was not a single carriage on the right side... Given that the left could be female side and the right could be male side, it all instantly fell into place, everything was clear to me.
The wind. It is kind of windy to say the least. It whistles so soothingly. One can think without strain, the wind carries the thoughts and takes them [right] all away. I hope, it will heal my mental spaces too.