Sometimes a person can find exactly what they are looking for, the answer to their dreams, not through rigorous searching, or endless meditation, but simply being in the right place at the right time, all the self help or tutoring in the world is nothing when what you are searching for is not where you think it will be.

Just a little story I wrote at the spur of the moment, after watching Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon although the story is in no way connected to the film.

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She growled, a frustrated sound, one of unspoken anger and pure annoyance. Leaning back she lay full out on her bed, the light streaming through the windows to turn the floating dust into small globes of perfect fire.

Elizabeth never felt as though she fit in, never mind the fact that she had loads of friends, she could never shake the empty feeling inside her, that something was missing deep in her spirit and she could find nothing to fill it. She had tried many different ways to fill it, turning to sports, academics, a social life, even drugs and alcohol, her parents had only looked at her and shaken their head, to them she was their perfect little girl and nothing could shake it, even when falling through the door at 2 in the morning and drunk out of her mind they would always pass it off as simple teenager behaviour.

Elizabeth however knew different, no matter what anyone said something was missing and it wasn't just some teenage desire. In a final frustration she had tried something that she had never dared try before..the occult. In some small way it filled what was missing, when she was caught in the bounds of some small spell she would feel happy, complete as if what was missing had somehow filled her, however there was something that wasn't quite right, as if what she was filling herself with didn't fit.

Meditation was easy, simply focus your mind on nothing and relax, however that wasn't what she wanted, a desire to be free, of all the routine, the monotony of everything, the back stabbing at school, the gossip and mutterings, they all seemed..petty.

Finally she gave up, no matter how hard she tried tonight she wasn't going to be able to pull off meditation, instead she decided to do something that she hadn't done for a long time, she decided to go for a night time walk. She slipped out of her window, mentally thanking the fact that she lived in a small village instead of a city. Creeping out of the garden she stole up the small footpath, moving more openly now that she had passed the houses and entered the hills, walking through the silent night, with only the soft sound of the wind in the trees and small insects chirping in the tall grasses around her.

Turning off the more worn path she turned left, heading towards a deep thicket of woods, a trail seeming to open up in front of it, lit by the moon and the starlight, the faint glow on the horizon of the nearest town seeming to fade slowly the more she followed the path.

As she reached the edge of the thicket she looked around, a faint sound permeating the night, drifting slowly across the darkness, a soft entrancing sound of a flute, the pace of the wordless song quickening as she followed the song and track further into the woods, finally piercing the thick vegetation that opened up into a medium glade, a small waterfall running softly down the rocks, off one of the levels onto another, a small stream running through the glade and leading back into the thicket, totally defying the fact that according to any map there shouldn't be a stream in the area, or even this thicket for that matter, however these thoughts did not concern her for long, the song deepening and quickening as her body moved almost instinctively to it, twirling and gliding in a gracefulness that she did not know that she possessed, in time the world around her faded, filled only with the song that seemed to dance around her, echoing her movements, so caught up with the wordless and wondrous music that she was not even aware of the steep drop that the small waterfall ran over.

Her steps neared the edge, not faltering as she stepped over and continued dancing, this time dancing on the very winds themselves, lit by the light of the stars and the moon. For once in her life she felt complete, as if the deep empty ache inside her had been filled and all and any who gazed upon her would be able to see it, she danced with nameless grace that should by all rights not be obtainable by a human, her face an image of ecstatic bliss, a symbol of pure joy as she danced softly among the skies, her feet moving smoothly over the tops of the very trees themselves.

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As she danced she felt her mind run free, hardly even aware of the movements that she made, her body running independently to her mind and spirit although they too danced to the same song, she felt as if she had been separated and each piece filled with a wordless warmth, a comfort and a sense of tranquillity.

She continued to dance over the trees until she began to reach the end of the thicket, her body slowly moving closer to the ground, until she touches the ground, the wordless song fading gently into her mind to continue playing in there even though it had no longer any physical sound.

As she began to walk home she started to hum along to the song in her head, her movements beginning to become more graceful, more inexplicably smooth until she realised that she was moving along a few inches above the ground, a gentle smile lighting her face as she continued home, humming as she floated, her despair quenched and her spirit filled with the magic of the wild, dancing on the very winds themselves.

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