The wind whipped around, seemingly circling the valley carefully, as if planning an attack. He tried to keep steady, straightening his shoulders and pushing forward against the wind. His foot slipped slightly away from the path. It felt as if pushing against a wall; walking through this valley. All he knew was that somehow he had to keep going on. The sun was going down, the mountaintops barely visible in the fading light. Hands closely crossed together over worn out clothes shaking violently, his eyes dejectedly swept over the dirty ground. He then felt himself being knocked onto his side by the raging blows of the wind. Was there maybe an escape path he could take?
A long and lonely road lay ahead, stretching out as far as his eye could see. Rejection swept over him swallowing up his worn out body. Was there hope somewhere down that road? Was there a possibility or a chance or a glimmer of the reality of a dream that once was? Too hard, too hard it was to understand, to comprehend or imagine what lay ahead.
“Oh remember! Please, dear God, help me remember, those words, those words I heard so long ago. Something about this…what was it I so quickly forgot? Breathe, just breathe, I hear it now, a quiet whisper in this raging wind. My ears are ever so tuned, vigilantly seeking out that sound, that stirring. That, that which brought me so far, a beauty I could not resist, words that quenched my soul. Power so overwhelming, I ran, ran towards its source. I remember now.” A look full of far away happy memories flooded his face, creating a change if ever so slight. Remember. So simple to forget, too easy to let the dreary years of wandering and crashing wind try to break his spirit down. Like a sudden burst of water from a spring gushing out of nowhere in that forsaken wasteland, his eyes lit up. Words long forgotten now came rushing to his memory. Around him raged the wind but something changed; now the battle began. A warrior returned, his shield and weapons poised for victory.
