Eve and the Spring Wind

As the rain fell, Eve shook off her stone shell. Caressed by rain drops, she raised her arms and said, “This is good.”

A gust of wind passing through the flowers spoke to her, and she cupped her hand to her ear to listen. She said, ‘Is this an ending or a beginning?”

“It’s spring,” the wind replied. “This I bring to you.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Flowers and stems brushed against her as she stored through the garden. She began singing to herself. “It’s perfect,” she said.

The wind said, “You’ve been through a long, hard winter, but you must not let it harden your heart.”

The sun broke through the clouds, and a cacophony of bird songs filled the air. With a wide-eyed expression, she looked at the endless sky and the world around her.

Eve eyed the shape of her body, her form. She ran her hand over her arm to feel the smooth texture of her skin, and asked, “I am now flesh and blood. How do I live my life?”

The wind replied, “That is up to you.”

The sun broke through the clouds, and a cacophony of bird songs filled the air. She shouted, “I’m alive.”

She called out to a woman in the lawn, but the woman kept walking.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The woman cannot hear you.”

Eve frowned.. “Why not?”

“You still have learn to live.:

“How do I do that?”

“You have to feel her joy and feel her pain.” He paused. “She’s given birth, and she’s witnessed death. You have experienced none of that.”

A fledgling poked its head out of the nest, and Eve smiled. She looked up and saw a bird falling in the sky. She cried and sobbed when the bird hit the ground, flopped and lay still. “My heart was feeling happy, then sad,” she cried out.

“That’s the way it’s supposed to be,” the wind said as a leafy branch shook.

The woman turned and glanced at her.

“Do you think she heard me,” Eve asked.

“I think she did.”

A young girl shouted and ran and hugged the woman’s leg.

“It is so beautiful,” Eve said as she held her hand to her chest. “My heart is beating,” she said and waved her arms.

The lady walked to her, picked her up and held her in the palm of her hands. “I’m sorry I’ve walked by you so many times.”

She patted Eve’s shoulder with a finger and set her back on the ground.

As the woman stepped into the house, Eve, caressed by the wind, cried out. “This must be a beginning, and it’s a wonderful day.”

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