The Wind
Lois had never minded the wind as it blew. She had expeienreced the harsh closeness of it, the dry heat of the desert as the sand was blown in her eyes and all but burned her, the salty breeze of the ocean while she read in a lounge chair. She had experienced it on almost every continent but nothing compared to the wind when she had been in Clark’s arms. It whipped her hair around but he kept her close. It didn’t harm her like the desert wind. She closed her eyes as she felt a rush of wind behind her and turned. She half expected to see Clark standing there with that smile that went her heart into over drive. She could always tell it was him when she heard a whoosh and saw a blur of red in her peripheral vision. Lois’ smile fell when she saw that no one was there and that it was only grassland for miles. She swore he was haunting her. Her heart ached as she gazed at the farm he had grown up on. It had been a year and she still felt him by her and with her. The woman knew that she would never forget the way she felt in his arms or how he shielded her or how he held her hand and kissed her. She would never forget how the wind felt on her face as he flew with her. It was gentle and calming like he was. Lois smiled sadly as the wind gently blew. It was times like these that she wondered if he was watching. “I miss you, Clark.” She whispered and prayed that the wind would carry her words to her Superman.