Quick Fiction | The Wind That Wasn’t

Times in times as man evolved and walked the earth, winds push them around like dried leaves on an autumn night at the chapel’s square. They shift, twist, and turn around giving the leaves no chance to escape the wind’s grasp.

Wind changes. Wind grows. Wind sings. Wind moves. Wind shapes. Wind dies.

Many winds follow themselves wearing mountains down for fun, while other erratic travelers find their own twisted ways of moving about.

What is wind? It is very much alive.

And thus, it thinks, sometimes. Once every few winds in time, but not as often as one would think this suggests, a rebel wind comes to life.

No move, no grow, no speed, no change. It would sing no song, and it would never die. For this wind was not moving, done pushing around.

The wind stood still and lost its name and tag.

It isn’t what it is, but what it really does.

Number two in the series, giving life to nature’s aspects and exploring wording and rhythm. Fun write, that’s what I always aim to do, have fun with it! Cheers — Nico