The Wind and I

While working outside at my parent’s house I can feel the summer sun warming my skin. I smell the freshness of the country filling the air. I hear the wind rustling the hay that has yet to be cut in the pasture next door. I stand there a prisoner held captive by nature and her rich bounty.

Then I feel the wind pulling at my clothes demanding my attention. You see the wind and I are old friends. I enjoy the time we share for his restlessness lets me imagine what it would be like to absolutely spontaneous. I have often wondered what it would be like to break the bonds of this world and sail off on a breeze, with no thought of direction or destination. So, when he has the time to spare, the wind and I share stories.

He tells me of far away places and strange looking people, as usual, I speak of you. Imagine my surprise when, after all this time he tells me he knows you. He reminds me it was he who held our kites at the beach. He says he enjoyed how yours danced for a while. He says that he has blown cooling breezes your way on several hot days. He even says that when he can he tries to keep the clouds above you so you don’t get too much sun. I have wanted to ask him the past several days to whisk me away and be taken to you, but the wind is getting old (even older than I) and seems so tired that I don’t want to bother him.

I did however; ask him to do for me a small favor. Knowing it shouldn’t tire him out, I asked him to carry messages from my heat to yours. But, he begins to explain that he is not allowed and comes up with all sorts of excuses. But all his blustering won’t put me off so I remind him that no matter how much I would love to travel the world as he does, I cannot because my feet are tied to this earth but oh how my heart longs to soar among the clouds. He reluctantly agrees but he will carry only one. Now the wind can be cantankerous at times and is apt to forget the message. So I think of a message light enough so he doesn’t get tired and short enough for him to remember.

So next time you are outside of the city where all is quiet pause for just a moment. Let the summer sun warm your beautiful face. Smell the clean scent of the country lingering in the air. When the wind wraps his arms around you and caresses your cheek think of me. And perhaps, if you’re still enough, if your eyes are closed, and you listen with all your heart you just might hear me, whispering your name.