This girl is not me, but I love her.

It was windy. Warm breezes played through her hair and around her ankles. She was a wind person, as much as Corey was a creature of the waves and water and Liam a forest dweller. Air was freedom and invisibility married. Yet just as an anonymous writer may shake the world through pivotal prose, the impact of air and wind is often monumental – waves on the ocean, trees blown over, landscapes eroded over time. She laughed to herself at that thought. Air held sway, of a sort, over all the elements of the ancient world. Fire mocks and destroys while water seduces and smothers, but lowly, invisible air has power unparalleled.

She held her arms out on either side, embracing the world. Her feet seemed ready to float off the ground. Flying would be easy, she thought. All you had to do was let go. Freedom was something to be attained, a conscious choice to leave everything behind, a sense of peace with oneself and with the world. Freedom was a blind man who opened his eyes for the very first time, and was speechless with wonder.

I am, she whispered. I am here.