Winds

The winds blow around me, the faint chill edging them as they dance over and around, raising my hair into patterns that twist and turn and twirl as if there was no end and could be no end. I lean forward out over the cliff slightly, and they stream around me, pushing me back and keeping me from falling – and I laugh, certain they will never let me fall.

1-9-9-9 is traced across my cheek, and another breeze blows around my ear, bringing the sound of my own laughter back to me. 1-9-9-9 it repeats, and in return I smile, and let my arms stretch out as if trying to fly. 7-4-7-6 is traced out then, and I step back, suck back my smiles and leave with a kiss to the winds; the winds that return the kiss with gentle care.