The sun was low and the air was fresh. The sky was a bright orange colour. Cows roamed about in their fields. Not many people know where the wind goes. They just think it....goes. But the few that do know....never forget.
Prologue
The sun was low and the air was fresh. The sky was a bright orange colour. Cows roamed about in their fields. Not many people know where the wind goes. They just think it....goes. But the few that do know....never forget.