Beaufort 10

The wind always speaks. It howls, it rattles your windowpanes, it whistles through the holes in your sweater.

But what if it those words came from a mouth, and that mouth came with a body? A body of silver hair and quick hands. A boy you could never forget.

What if you started to fall in love with the wind?

Note: I'm going to try to update this every day for about a week, and see where it goes. Also, I don't intend for the narrator to have a specific gender, so please let me know if a line seems to overtly point to one.