Wind

Wind 

Ever so softly the wind blows onward. Carrying on it a beautiful barrage of assorted petals which fill the air with their pleasing scents. With the petals comes the insects who, much like the flowers, float lazily on the ever breezy currents. The very wind itself resembles spring with its caring feel, the spirits of those who had been lost in the area contribute even more the the comforting vibe it brings. You see, the winds only job isn’t just the coming and passing of the seasons. No, in this world the wind also has the much more important job of returning the souls of the lost to their homes. Peaceful spirits who have lost their lives and wandered away from their graves are the kind the wind picks up on the way to the village. The restless and vile spirits find themselves left behind, unable to grab ahold of the winds soft waves. 

This is what gives the wind its laugh as it dances across fields of blooming roses, acres of fruitful trees, and lush rolling hills of green. The spirits smile with glee as they ride on the mother-like rush, not really aware of anything that surrounds them. As they float with the wind the wind allows them to feel how it feels. They laugh at the soft touch of their kins wings gliding above them, taking in all of the beauty the wind has been so generous to share with them. 

High above all others who are airborne, is a particularly small girl, one who has just received her wings. Most of the souls take no notice of such a small thing, but one soul in particular floats up to hold the girl in the sky. The mother beams down at her daughter as she helps her along her flying journey, watching how she spreads her wings and becoming even more proud when she sees the look of confidence in her child’s eyes. The spirit feels no sadness at the sight of her daughter, she only feels pride well up within her. Her daughter looks so much like her that it brings tears of joy to her invisible eyes. 

The wind beckons the mother to come back, telling her that they will be arriving at the burial site soon. She nods back at the current and wave goodbye to her daughter, only to feel her body freeze in surprise. Her daughter closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Suddenly the air around them turns cold, almost as if the wind has abandoned her daughter in light of what she’s about to do. The mother can only watch as her daughter begins one of the dives that led to her own destruction. She watches her daughter shoot straight towards the unforgiving ground. She feels the cold air cut by her like a million tiny knives, ready to scrape up whatever is left of her daughter should she fail to execute the maneuver correctly. 

With almost no time left before impact the mother watches as her daughter pulls up hard, looping in the air with such grace that she could hardly believe what she was seeing. She smiles at the triumphant look upon her child’s face as she floats downward and towards the place she is laying. With all of her power she sends waves of warm, loving air, towards the now laughing girl, hoping that she’ll be more responsible than she was in her lifetime. 

For a moment the girl is stunned, she looks around as she tries to find where the familiar air came from. After scanning the area the girl sighs and takes off again, climbing into the air to reach new heights for her diving. 

With a smile and one last wave to her daughter, the mother gladly takes the winds hand. As the petals cover the numerous gravestones in the area the mother once again lies down in her bed, a warmth inside her signaling the end of winter and the beginning of a new spring.