What has happened to the wind?

It used to bring warmth and sun. The breeze through the trees was the mystics talking to me. It would caress me as I lay on the cooled grass. Whisper in my ear of hope and other things. It would try to puff the clouds up more and more. The wind would be soft and full, urging me to spread my wings and fly with a smile on my face.

What happened to the wind?

It turned against me. Now it brings gray and streaks the sky with frowns. It is harsh and penetrating, urging me not to fly, but to flee. It has become cold and lonesome, leaving me alone. No longer does it talk to me, but sneers and accusations. What did I do? It whips me for not moving fast enough. The wind has betrayed me.

Or have I betrayed the wind?

Does the wind wish me to revert back to ages before? Has crossing the veil isolated me from the surprises and little miracles I used to have? No longer does the wind carry such small joys that envelop me. I would do anything to return and have it return to me.

What has happened to the wind?