I was at the tallest peak Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road. Suddenly, something pushed me down. It was the wind!
Thanks a lot, wind.
WIND: Oops. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.
That’s okay. It’s just that you came out of nowhere.
WIND: Always have. Always do. Always will. That’s how I roll.
WIND: Hey, you don’t look familiar. You’re not from around here, are you?
No. I’m visiting– trying to figure out where I belong in the world as I grow older. I’m looking for my spark.
WIND: Well, don’t sweat it too much. I’ve been around forever and I just keep going and going and going and going.
How? Is there a thought or idea that propels you along eternally?
WIND: I just keep doing what I do. Like, when I see leaves on a tree, I rush over and do a dance with them. It’s always new. Every dance is different.
That’s so great.
WIND: Flags do a pretty funky furl, too.
WIND: And when I see chimes hanging on a porch? I rush over and blow them into a song that’s being heard for the first time. No two songs are ever the same. I love that.
WIND: And when you see a cloud in the sky? Maybe it looks like a fairy or a unicorn or an elephant’s butt?
Yeah? You blow all those clouds into those shapes?
WIND: I do.
You’re an amazing sculptor.
WIND: Thank you very much. Even when I blow over a glass of milk or a whole bunch of trees….the look I leave behind is unique every time.
This is so interesting. So I guess maybe you’re saying, as long as we’re here, our creativity will be with us and can carry us through?
WIND: That’s how I see it. And now, if you’ll excuse me… I gotta go.
Where are you going?
WIND: I don’t know. But I’m on my way.