Each day, wind blows across the earth and brings many things with it.
Wind can be fast, if the creature providing it is running or upset. Wind can be slow, such as times when the creature is asleep or calm. Some days there is no wind, and on these days the immortal beings who breathe upon the earth change shifts. As one grows weak and requires a break from the job, it leaves. And in its absence there is no wind. But another soon comes to replace the being before it and returns the breathe of life to earth.
It is said, among the grandfathers and grandmothers of our generation, that on the days before the wind begins again, no infants can be born. This policy is widely accepted among most, though there are a few unbelieving people like myself. I believe, despite my upbringing and culture, that on these days where immortal beings cease to bear wind from their enormous lungs, the children born have souls that will live on past death. And they will become the new immortal beings to blow the wondrous currents through the sky.
What causes me to feel this way is unknown. Perhaps I'm simply a radical. Or perhaps I myself, was born on a day with no wind. When one creature had grew tired and abandoned his post, my mother bore me before the next creature could claim it. This idea makes me glad.
If only my mother had survived childbirth to tell me the weather. What a fateful day that was.
{Inspired by an old friend, and midnight thoughts about him}
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Partials
RandomPartial ADJECTIVE | existing only in part; incomplete This is a collection of different bits and pieces of stories and scenarios I make up in my head. Most people would call these "excerpts" from books I will never write, I call them Partials. Comm...
