And I call.
It isn't like issuing a command. It's more like just opening yourself to it.
And I stand there in my stillness, knowing.
And I feel it. Tendrils of air brushing tentatively against me. A breeze stirring my hair, whirling around my waist. I open my eyes to see eddies of wind, little dust devils, across the yard. Spirals of energy dancing in them, in me. And I laugh - I laugh like I haven't laughed in years.
I have called the wind.
It's like the wind laughs with me, springing up, dancing, whipping my hair around my face... god, I wonder if I can fly?
I remember. And it is real. It is all real.