Windblown Soliloquies

By Edelrita Rizo

The Breeze flitted over the vast expanse of green, pausing only to play lightly with the lilies that grew plenty in the fields. The Breeze loved the feel of the soft petals, and he lingered a little while longer over the fragile blooms before resuming his usual patrol of the meadow.

It was customary for the Breeze to have little skylarks flying with him as he meandered lazily across the fields. The tiny birds sang cheerfully as they glided along, enjoying the extra height that the Breeze provided for them. He took joy in sifting through the soft feathers of the skylarks, reminding him of the lilies, though he took care not to ruffle the fine strands too much or the birds will veer off their course.

He swirled three times over the flat rock that stood under the shade of a towering oak, and which often had furry little squirrels on it, squabbling over acorns. Then he visited the fluffy white bunnies he was very much fond of. The Breeze could not help but waft through the white fur and whisper in their ears that wiggle charmingly when disturbed far too long.

Ah, and there they are. The soul carriers… two of them. Twice every moon, they visited the far end of the glade where the heliotropes and lavenders grew, which gave the place a cool, calming scent. The soul carriers always had with them a red sheet upon which they sat, talking and laughing as they ate the food they bring along. They would stay for hours at a time, and the Breeze lingered over their place until they left at sundown.

The woman smelled a little like honeysuckle and musk, sweet and captivating. The Breeze often played with the long strands of fur upon her head, and he reveled in the sound of her laughter as she tried to prevent her fur from tangling. The other one, the man, has quite shorter fur, and often smelled like graphite and paint and fresh canvas. The man soul carrier loved the way that the Breeze cooled his brow, and always smiled after the Breeze had fanned his cheek.

The Breeze loved to drift lazily over these two soul carriers -- to tousle their fur, listen to their laughter, and witness their contentment in each other’s arms. Whenever they went to the glades, the Breeze made sure he did not bring too many clouds that block the glorious sunshine. The company of the soul carriers was his escape from routine, and he was glad that the soul carriers seem to appreciate his company as well.

And now, the sun was setting, painting the sky a pinkish-orange glow. The soul carriers were getting to their feet, preparing to leave. The Breeze felt a little mournful at their departure, but he knew that they will be back. It was quite a long wait, but the Breeze knew that the anticipation will only make their return a much more welcome respite.

He caressed the woman’s cheek and ruffled the man’s fur a little more before they left. The soul carriers smiled as they walked away, and the Breeze swirled around them for the last time.