But good gracious! my senses came back just in time to snap me out of my delusional utterances. "When had the wind ever started?", I wonder. Wind moves; that's how I came to know of the wind. Never have I encountered a non-moving Wind; it's as rare as finding a married bachelor. 

So then, the Wind, if it is, must be eternally moving, and must have always been moving. Constantly roaming about and having not a fixed place to stay, it might as well call the entire Earth its home. At no points did it ever start, nor would it ever end. Thus, it does not move from one place to another; for it never stops moving at one place, nor starts moving to another. 

Therefore, even though I may or may not feel it, the wind remains everywhere at every time. Like children in the same house, one can never lose sight of another. It never needs to inform me of its arrival, or of its leave. And neither do I. Even so, why do I still get surprised by these windy sensations...?