Wind
If he walked his cloak would fly, and if he ran his hat would disappear. Yet the wind wouldn't stop. If he hadn't left home that morning perhaps he wouldn't be in such trouble for wind.
But he insisted, what could he do? The weather was not his choice. It could not be solved like this. Jacques pressed the cloak to his body and the wind did not stop.
Finding anyone was impossible under such conditions, and although he was determined to warn the organization, such wind would certainly be followed by rain.
"Gone with the wind" is a movie of which title would not make sense to anyone but him; hence the only ones to feel the wind are those who are under it. Just that simple.
But until Jacques could get to the Paper's head office he'd still have a lot of wind to defeat. And as soon as he entered the old wooden door, he closed it at the face of that wind and smiled with relief.
He preferred wind rather than fires.
Loneliness
Solitude is very questionable for the fact that never can a lone person find another in such condition to end its loneliness. People can feel alright alone, or maybe find comfort in people who are just as miserable as this person is.
The grocery store's entry bells rang when I entered, still shaking for my escape. The psychology of masses drove me away from many loved people, such as my siblings and fiancée. Ex – fiancée, I dare say. Now I am completely and incommensurable, and in this case such word means "so much that is impossible to measure in any known system", alone.
And later I find that my loneliness is irreversible, for I just found my obituary written in a former trusted newspaper. Have I died? Perhaps I have for the world, having only my type machine to complete my loneliness.
And as I put the pen over this piece of paper, already wet by my tears and rain, a single word bothers my mind, drowned in so many sad days in its eagerness of being written: Beatrice.