Not much to write a story, but here I go.......
A young boy is playing on the front porch of his house, which is out in the Great Plains. He's happily flocking as if his own home was his little utopia. Then, he decides to venture a bit away from his home, in search of some sort of adventure. He enters a dense forest and begins his skirmish.
As he keeps running, he feels as though he is traveling like the speed of wind. For a split-second, he thought he saw the air shift in front of him. But he kept running, faster and faster. Strangely, he wasn't losing his breath.
Now, the boy is sprinting so swiftly that the trees are literally swaying. It was as if the young boy was creating a small storm. This event occurs for hours until finally, a raging, yet non threatening tornado forms. The boy returns to his home, excited from his small trip in the forest. As he looks back, everything was as if the storm was never there. For a second, the boy thought he was actually "grasping the wind..." He enters his home, back into his normal life........
*Phew* Wow! Didn't that i'd do it! My friend, you inspire me to do these kinds of things. Keep it up!