When I was a kid, I used to sing and dance really loud in the backyard, I'd play music sometimes (Disney mixtapes, oh yeah) or sometimes I'd just wing it. It was then that I noticed I could, well, not control exactly, but persuade the breeze to dance along.
This was pretty much the coolest thing, and I never really questioned it. It just felt *right*, you know? Something that's naturally a part of me. All I'd have to do back then was wave my hand and there'd be a gust of wind, usually when I was singing and dancing it felt like it was playing along with me.
I was bullied in high school, but I had one close friend, she was quite popular but we bonded and became very close. The first person I ever told. She seemed to like the idea of it and even believed me, or at least enjoyed playing along. I started feeling comfortable doing it around her, showing off my ability. Then we had a falling out, she told other people about it, and I started to lose my grasp on the connection.
People thought I was crazy and I was bullied even worse, as you can imagine - anyhow, I moved and made better friends and haven't told a soul since. But my ability was never the same. It started taking great effort and concentration to feel the connection at all. And years ago when I fell into deep depression, it stopped completely.
I've been doing better in recent years, I have the support of family and friends and I hardly thought about my lost ability in the time I was trying to get better.
Then about three months ago, my dad died. We were very close and it happened so horribly, so suddenly... It was the worst day of my life. But, it was also the day the connection came back.
When I got home from the hospital I screamed and cried. The wind whipped against the windows then, loudly and violently. I barely registered it, the pain of my dad's death was too staggering. It was only as I calmed down that I noticed that so did the breeze.
Funnily enough, It's been back ever since.
The feeling of it is inexplicable. There's such a calm to it, moreso than before, that keeps me grounded when I'm at my worst. I still have to concentrate for it most of the time but it's stronger than it was before I lost it.
It's not something I feel I have command of, it seems like its own thing. I like to think it just chooses to share itself with me, and I couldn't be more grateful that it does.
Thanks for reading all that. I'd love to know if there's a way to strengthen it, or if others have an experience with this type of ability.
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