The most beautiful thing happened to me last night. It was indescribable, but I will try my best. I was walking in the park, taking in the autumn air, letting the sun shine on my face, when somehow, very suddenly, a soft gust of wind lifted me gently into the air. As soon as my feet left the ground, I began to feel as though I was disappearing. But not disappearing into nothingness, I was rather a part of one expansive entity. I was everywhere at once. I was the wind.
The soft breeze on a summer night, in a darkened alley where the smokers' cigarette puffs held in the air for a split moment, then I came in and blew it away. The harsh, fast winter wind, whipping women’s hair around their hats and fighting against the creaky wooden-framed windows of the city.
I could remember battles, I was there, surrounding the horses and men screaming. I saw the blood, deep red seeping from a man’s stomach, while his companion wept, clutching him in his arms. I gently pushed his hair away from his face so he could better see his beloved’s eyes close the final time, and I held onto his last exhale as long as I could.
When mothers called for their children playing in the springtime, I stole their hats, their papers with monsters and houses drawn in graphite, their dry dandelion seeds blown off the stem, and spread them away.
I was everywhere at once. Time passed by in an instant. I saw families made and broken, trees sprouting and cut down, and rocks and cliffs eroded. Yet, I felt everything. I experienced it all. I was limitless, I spread through cities, across oceans, from the coldest depths of the arctic to the heat of the equator. I carried paper airplanes, real ones, and scarlet leaves. I brushed against rosy cheeks, long skirts, and outstretched hands.
It was freeing, being the wind. I went where I went, I was wherever I took myself, wherever I happened to be. After all that, I was still afraid. The instant I felt everything, the moment I saw all of life for millennia, it was beautiful, of course. Humanity, life from the perspective of the sky and air above, but that was it. The sense of peace that washed upon me has quickly swept away with fear. What happened to me, my outlined body walking in the park? My life before, with all its responsibilities, worries, loves, needs, consequences — what happened to it? I was evaporated into thin air,but the magicians never tell you what happens to the rabbit after it disappears.
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