The Old Wind

As confusions of wildebeest roamed the savannah plains, a frail little gust of air struck the rounded side of a rock. Compressed for a fleeting moment, the gust doubled back on itself, forming the seed of a wind.

All fresh and young, the little wind clung hold to the rock, fearful of letting go. As she did so, she heard the voice of an old wind, ripened by adventure.

And so the fresh young wind let go, and her own journey began. She flew over the vast grasslands of Africa and out over the b...