Dancing with the Wind

The wind danced over the waves, grass, and through the trees. A formless dance filled with power and emotion. Nadiya watched this dance and longed to take part. Everyday she would climb to the highest cliff. Watching. Learning. Not daring to move for fear she would startle the wind, and it wouldn't return. On a day with no wind, the first time she could remember such a day, she finally danced. She moved and swayed her dress flowing around her. Slowly. Subtly. Not wanting to scare it's new partner. The wind returned. Together they danced. Nadiya and the wind.