Carried By The Wild Wind

The wind played with a small piece of paper. Wild and free. Like a football player touching a ball gently. In a joyful mood. The paper turned and turned around. Moving from A to Z. Still intact. It was going somewhere. The wind helped it to get there. They motivated each other strongly. The paper displayed its magic skills - like a true acrobat - and surrendered completely. The wind noticed its flexibility. It added extra power. No holding back. Together they were a winning team. Completing each other without too much words. The right match. Smooth scene. The journey was beautiful. Nature displayed magnificent colors. All animals were continuing their natural work. Wings of butterflies and bees in love unfolding perfectly. 

The piece of paper contained a message. Unspoken. Felt with the heart. He wrote it one day for her on a piece of paper. He was the happiest man on earth. The moment he wrote it, a good witch decided to deliver the message to the woman he loved so deeply. He was still sleeping that morning, when the paper moved from under his pillow into the wide fields. The audience would have loved it. This would have lead to a standing ovation without any doubt. The good witch prayed her magic formula and trusted her abilities as wise women do. The paper was filled with life and love. It had a soul. It had a heart. It was alive. The wind took over the remaining duties. The good witch negociated well on full moon. The wind owed her that part. The piece of paper enjoyed being on the road travelling to its destiny.

She was half awake. The smell of coffee filled the room. A croissant or two. A morning filled with sunshine and happiness too. Still in her morning dress. White. A relaxing mood. The window was open to let the fresh air in. She left the room for a moment. The wind and the small piece of paper waited exactly for that moment to happen. Excited they displayed their divine plan. "Jump", whispered the wind. The piece of paper followed the advice well. The next moment it rolled into the kitchen. A push or two from the wind. The plate with the croissants welcomed the guest. A warm hug. It was quiet. As if nothing had occured. She danced into the room on bare feet. Like a beautiful ballerina on stage. Enjoying the presence. Her eyes noticed a difference. She felt the change. Of course she did. Like a princess that instantly feels the pea hidden deeply.

The wind waited for more to come. The window still open. The two croissants kissing each other. Her hands touched the paper. A message for her. The paper was painted in orange and red. The fragrance a dream. She read the words. Slowly. In silence. In total truth. Her heart vibrated deeply. A marvellous feeling was spread. He woke up and felt a change. He looked under his pillow to check if the paper was still there. Gone. The good witch left a note on the mirror. It said: "Love is a miracle. Welcome to your own fairy tale". He laughed wholeheartedly. Served by divine timing. Within the blink of an eye a magic carpet arrived and brought him to her. She expected to see him. The coffee was still warm. The croissants tasted better than ever before. The sun pushed a button to display its most charming smile. Butterflies and bees clapped their wings. The magic book of love in real. The wild wind carried the seed of true love into the woods and far beyond.

Carried By The Wild Wind by Liesbeth Leysen

(Photo Credit: David Niblack, http://davesfreephotos.com)