The wind blew; it blew a furious breeze as though not caring for a single soul. It picked her up and twirled her around as though she were a feather.

It was cold, so cold, and yet she wanted to stay where she was.  She fought to get back on the ground, back to where she knew, back to where she felt safe. It wouldn’t let her go, like a torment, it held on drifting her further and further away.

She twisted and turned, she was angry at the wind for it was taking her with such force she had not enough strength to fight back.

The wind spoke and it assured her that this was her journey.

She let out an exhausted cry. She could struggle no more.

The air grew sweet, the bitter cold evaporated taken over by an exhilarating warmth.

Birds, she could hear birds singing and feel the softness of new air on her face.

The wind slowed and turned into a gentle breeze.

It brought her to her home, a new home, a warm home.

She heard the crashing waves of warmth and saw the golden sunset.

It delivered her down back to the ground.

 

It was warm, so warm. The wind blew a warm salty breath in her face and she knew she was home.