I was the wind. A playful breeze, skittering over still waters, delighting in the dancing waves that lifted themselves to caress my ankles. Fleeing on wings of laughter, shooing away clouds of despondency.
I was the wind, untamed, unbound, my gasps of laughter keeping the kites aloft as the children flung them to my mercy, my shortened breath sailing paper boats in overflowing gutters.
I was the wind, my soft touches lifting tendrils of hair to caress a maiden's face, wafting the fragrance of jasmine into the heat of the night, stirring vague, hitherto unknown longings in her breast.
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