A small boy riding his trike suddenly zipped along, giggling, and his feet whizzed around on the pedals as Wind propelled him.
Wind laughed and swirled past the café, and menus waved hello.
Wind rushed at an old lady with a sudden flurry, and she spun and twirled like a baffled ballerina. “How amazing. I’m dancing with the wind,” she laughed. “I haven’t danced since my wedding waltz.” Wind swished her around again.
Wind was turbulent with happiness. Wind was sometimes a cool, gentle breeze, but nobody ever noticed him.