A storm was coming; she could feel it in the air, hear it in the wind’s fierce howl and see it in the darkening gray of the sky.
She breathed deeply, loving the way the wind tasted before a storm loving the way it acted, unpredictable, mysterious.
It filled her with a wild restlessness and yet at the same time, a serene contentment.
She was alive!
She felt the wind beating its life into her, making her heart pound and her blood race through her veins.
She forgot everything; her worries were swept from her mind as she stood there, captivated by the sheer beauty of the moment.
Joy surged through her as the wind gathered her hair and whipped it against her face, as it sent its fingers about her, making her cloak dance and echoing her heart’s happiness.
She tilted her head back and laughed at the savage storm that now raged across the sky.