The Gentle Wind
The wind had softened from the biting chill of winter to a cool, playful breeze. It tugged at my scarf and ruffled my hair as I strolled through a grove of leafless trees.
A woman stood near the edge of the grove, her shawl billowing as she faced the breeze with closed eyes. “Do you feel it?” she asked as I approached.
“The wind?”
“It carries spring,” she said, turning to smile at me. “The first winds of the season hold a different energy—gentler, more inviting. It’s a reminder that life is beginning to stir.”
I stayed for a while, letting the wind caress my face, a quiet thrill running through me at the promise it carried.
