The Wind Spirit

It was a bright sunny day, and there were very high gusts of winter wind hitting against the farm house. Cold air would slip through the old wooden windows as they rattled every time a gust hit them. I found myself hovering above my body when waking from an early morning dream just as big gust of wind hit and I saw a face come with it through a window and stone wall. The distorted human-like face seemed to be confused as to what had happened and where it was. We looked at each other for a moment in surprise, and then the face left going onward to wherever the rest of the wind was heading.

Out in the fields were two other wind spirits. One was smaller like this and the other triple the size, which felt to be older or more in charge. The 3 of them had been traveling together.