Wind-Touched

She is the wind. She can cause your lungs to fill with the breath of life or leave you gasping and directionless.  She skirts from one breeze to the next, riding the gales to her destination but not with bit and bridle. She sheds the bonds of the physical until body and spirit become one with the wind, melding with its mercurial nature. Its destination is her destination if there is such a thing as a destination to be reached.  Those who catch a fleeting glimpse of the wind rider recall sharing in the sense of freedom and weightlessness if only for a moment. What will they do with that feeling once she has sailed on?