The girl with long red hair, standing at the beach. The sand right in between her toes.

This beach was beautiful. The sand was perfect, the blue water, the waves crashing peacefully onto shore, the reflection of the moon against the water. It was perfect.

The girl with long red hair whispered to the wind, the silent, blowing winds that touched her face so delicately. "What's it like being the wind?"

The winds started whistling. The girl with long red hair heard the wind's reply.

"It's forever peaceful, here in the wind."

The girl with long red hair nodded. "Of course it is, of course."

And with that, the wind started blowing North, and the girl with long red hair knew it was her turn to leave as well.

She turned around, and walked back home. She hoped mother and father wouldn't find out of her adventures.