There's something about the wind that makes me feel alive. Maybe it's the fact that I can feel it ever so lightly trail across my skin and how that sends chills up into my spine. I swear it's the prettiest sound I have ever heard. Maybe the wind is just another form of an angel. How else could it sing so fiercely and move so gracefully? Why else would I feel so alive when I come in contact with it? Maybe, just maybe, it's their way of showing me there is life everywhere... Even in something you had believed to be long gone.
