As she walks slowly through the woods behind her home, she is lost in her thoughts. Thoughts of frustration, feeling lost, wanting to help heal, wanting to move things, maybe by air.
Leaves float by her and around her. She thinks, “it’s awfully early for the leaves to be falling.”
Unfocused on her surroundings yet focused on her thoughts, she doesn’t realize that the more she gets lost in her thoughts, the more the wind is picking up and leaves are swirling around her. They brush her face, along her cheeks and softly touching her lips. She stops and looks around her. She finds herself in the midst of a small tornado of leaves and flowers. Her hands are lifted up on each side of her and she is tingling with sensation. “What the hell?!”
Watching as the leaves swirl about, she breathes in deeply and exhales evenly. Everything slows down slowly and as she brings her breathing to a steady rhythm, it all settles around her. “What just happened?” She asks out loud.
“Power is a great thing. Now you know you have it, use it wisely,” A voice from no where is heard suddenly and disappears just as quickly.
She stands there stunned and unable to comprehend what just happened.
“Maggie where are you?” she hears her sister call.
“I’m here!” and she moves to meet her.