• I sleep at night when the wind howls. It swifter than what you see, but always loud enough for you to hear. It goes through the trees and always above the water, but it’s there. The wind has the clouds which carries the rain. The rain makes a sound when it falls. Its cold to most people, but not to me. The rain turns to snow and snow is beautiful most of the time. I have dreams that the wind carries me, carries me away where no one can go. I like it there its peaceful and a place I feel safe. Most would never think of that nor care, but I do because when I’m there I feel happy and all the other emotions are gone. When I leave though reality sets back in. This place can’t exist on earth. At least for now.