wondering with the wind

She's wondered off, as she always did... It was just who she was... Always moving, always changing, always following the wind. She promised herself that one day she would be the wind.

But this time as she wondered off, her mind drifting as usual, her path crossed that of another. They stared at eachother for a while, unsure of what to think. She'd never come across another before... Not one like this...

She followed the other, soon lifting up into the air, and she herself finally became the thing she'd been chasing all her life, and together they drifted through the air. Always moving, always changing, now she was the wind