Chasing Wind and Shadows

The wind paused briefly at my side, and I foolishly thought, like a child, that she belonged to me alone. Moved by the wind, I rose with it, then went where it went. She spoke softly and gently, like silver bells swaying, ethereal and sweet, and once made my heart yearn for her... I am a humble wind-catcher in this vast world, gathering this wisp of wind, who should have been free, into my arms. The bustling world is just like her; it ought to have gentle breezes and the moon for company. The wind rose, and I silently reached out and gently clasped my hand, as if remembering something. I pressed my closed hand to my heart, then opened it. Mm, empty as can be! But my body and soul truly felt that soft, cool touch. After all, she once belonged to me alone...

Theme: An inspirational story