WORDS TO THE WIND

The wind was blowing…

Howling.

It was mad about something and the whole world knew about it.

“What’s wrong with you wind?!”, shouted the wizard as he shook his fist in the air.

The wizard was sick of his house shaking. He lived in the forest, deep amongst the trees in a small but cozy lodge; it was crafted out of logs and carved with signs and symbols of a mystical and magical nature. Inside, there were bundles of sage burning, a fire roaring and giant books open on pages filled with beautiful writing forged in a calligraphy type font. Those were the words the wizard used to heal the people, the animals and to keep the natural balance in order every day…