The wind used to blow through my long long hair. As the sun’s warmth fell down from the sky to cover me in slowly stirring feelings of white. While the breeze played with the grass and the clouds where the two touched on the far far line of hazy imperfection. And the grass grew up around my silent body as the trees and flowers bent down to whisper in my ears of the things men and the moon did when the sun laid down to rest. I rolled around feeling the sun’s cooling warmth brush up against my skin as it stirred memories of feelings of times no longer here and I stretched as I smiled and washed myself with the deep deep blue of the patient sky and rolled in the purest white of the purest cloud as I watched the grass go by. I watched as the wind told me of all it had seen while the plants and flowers and trees wrapped me in their tall branches and big leafs and tiny petals going down my throat and nose as I tasted all of their scent and delicate coils of life until I turned over and listened to the ground tell me of its long long dealing with the sun and the stars balanced throughout the night sky. I listened intently as the ground showed me the history of the stars as they moved slowly slowly backward through the paths they had traced over the long long years until they reached the point they started from and faded until I was the only one left, surrounded by all the feelings of black as the now invisible wind blew through my short short hair.