Harmony With the Wind

They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the pattern and moved in four different directions, east, west, north and south they flew high above the earth until they disappeared in the clouds. The Gods of the mountain hold the baits and the trees began to shake and an old man appeared in the wind singing an unknown hymn. He looked at me smiled and gave me a book and a pen and a handkerchief and said. “Well done my friend, you have to carry the mantel for the rest of your life, nature will support you and the heaven will embrace you, and when you feel down just look to the skies and you will know that I am around.” A sudden ferocious wind swirls around in the air and propels the old man from the ground; he disperses in tiny particle into the clouds. That was the last time I see him around and so the legend about the old man in the wind resonates in the entire town. I can still see him waving his hands as the particle dilute all over the land and the winds began to howl from a distance. The wind has blown the morning crowd out of town and the mid-day people are skipping up and down, they have nothing to eat but courage is keeping them on their feet while destiny propels them to the market. I watched courage mounting the ass and destiny pulling up the grass and the soul mutating in heaven. I stepped outside for a while to breathe fresh air so I walked among the trees to find some company they took on a life of their own and purge water out of my gown. Something in my space was suffocating me, it was draining my energy and I could not breathe freely. The heat penetrates my body, springing up cubicles of water in my face and filling up bathtubs all over the place and the wind kept its balance in the tree. I see the trees swaying in the wind and hands waving from the window as the plane touches down on the land for the first time and the crowd gathers around to get a glimpse of destiny as it emerges from the cloud. They rolled out the carpet and open the plane door and the wind harmonized with it on the floor. And that is where the story begins.