The Daydream Diraries

Love on the Wind

I was at war with the winds.

Or at least they were at war with me. I don't know what I've ever done to them, but it seems to me that they have a personal agenda to wreak havoc on my life. Every picture, every moment has been ruined by the wind. Just today I was walking home from school behind a cute guy and just when he turned around, the wind blew a piece of my hair into my mouth, making me look like a total crazy person.

Lucky for me that was about to change. It wasn't until that night that I had the dream. In the dream, I came into contact with an angel, but not like the angels you see in old art or on top of Christmas trees. He was a different type of angel, still young, with all the edges of him soft. There was nothing sharp or scary about him. His body curved gently, and his wings were just as gentle. Instead of feathers, it was as if they were made of clouds themselves, like a pillow had just exploded behind him. He talked to me in a voice just a soft, telling me that soon the clouds would want to speak with me, and that he was finally going to meet me in person.

I had no idea who this guy was, but I knew that what he said was true. It didn't scare me. I knew he was safe and that I could trust him, as if he were a friend I had known my entire life.

The day after the dream, the air was flat as if the winds themselves were holding their breath. I couldn't stop moving the whole time, my heart yearning to be outside. As soon as the final bell had rung, I raced outside as fast as I could, feeling the wind pick up under my step. It started to blow and I knew I needed to follow it. Wherever it would lead, I knew he would be there.

I ran past my yard, throwing my book bag off my shoulders. I ran as long as I could feel the wind pushing on my back. In normal circumstances running would leave me breathless, but the wind seemed to fill my lungs with every step I took, pushing me forward. Finally the wind stopped when I reached an open field that had a heavy layer of fog blocking out the Sun.

I walked into the fog, listening for any signs of life. I thought I had made a mistake, until I saw the angel from my dream. He was as beautiful as I had remembered him. When we locked eyes I could feel myself drifting towards him. The boy didn't break my gaze and stared at me with the adoration I had always wanted. He stopped a few feet in front of me, but I could feel the aura of excitement that danced around him. He seemed hesitant to touch me, as if I would disappear at his touch. I reached out to touch him, my hand gliding over the gentle curve of his jawbone. His feathery hair floated around him that added to the energy.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to meet you," he said.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked. I wasn't afraid of him, more curious than cautious.

"Since you were born, our lives have been intertwined by the angels of love. You were born a half angel, otherwise we would have met sooner," he seemed to promise.

"I'm like you?" I asked.

"Yes," he said happily, joy shining through him as his excitement bubbled.

"I'm an angel?"

"A cloud angel, just like me," he answered.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Harper," he answered, gently floating towards me.

"I'm Lacey," I told him. Harper smiled at me, and I realized he already knew that, but he didn't seem to care.

"Why don't I have wings?" I asked.

"That's why I'm here. You have grown enough to take your place as an angel," Harper answered.

"Will it hurt?"

"I promise, you won't even feel it. All you have to do is take my hand, completing our bond," Harper explained. For some reason my heart couldn't come up with a reason not to trust him, and my soul moved my body in order to take his hand. He wrapped his finger as if my touch excited him, and I realized how much this meant to him. The fog started to spin around us, and the moment it cleared I saw a pair of wings identical to Harper's perched daintily on my back. Harper's wings began to flap and we took to the sky. I didn't know what to do, so I held onto Harper as best I could.

The wind whipped around us, blowing our hair as majestically as in a movie. For once I felt like I was in the right place.

"Harper, how come the wind always blew in my face?" I asked.

"That was just me trying to tell you how much I love you. I didn't know any other way," he responded, wrapping his arms around me so I wouldn't fall. I watched his face and looked out, for once accepting what the wind was trying to tell me.