sometimes the wind was gentle, it played in your hair and whispered secrets to your ears. Sometimes it carried messages from the future, the sweet smell of coming rain, the dry heat of a sunny day or the strength of a fierce storm. Sometimes the wind would become dangerous, tearing up trees and chunks of grass, twisting round and round or threatening to bowl you over or teach you to fly. Now, the wind was kind, it took the seeds of plants and carried them far, it rustled the leaves of trees and Brought to me the smell of freshly cut grass.