“The Auld believe that when a person dies, their soul becomes the wind.” “The wind?” Aram scrunched his brow. “Really?” “Really. Think about it. Think about all that the wind is and all that it does. Where it goes. Where it comes from. The wind knows everything, for it travels everywhere, and it’s with us always. It endures. It feels. It speaks. Sometimes it whispers. Sometimes it rages. Give it a listen sometime. See what it tells you.
