Too many bad things were connected to it, I preferred some place different—the wind shot me like a bullet to my intended destination. Down the highway I flew, then turned onto the path that led to the mine, easily dodging the branches and obstacles that came at me. It was already dark, but with the full moon and the snow’s reflection, it was still very bright and could see everything as I crawled onto my rock and let my legs dangle over it. The feeling of wanting to cry still hadn’t left me and the need to feel closer to Nathanael was intense. I raised my arms—the trees in the distance swayed, the snow fell off the branches—the pink hue came to me easily and gently swirled in the air. A smile came to my face when I thought of a name for it. Pue. How silly, but the combination of “pink” and “hue” tickled me. With one lesson under my belt, I recalled the book and how I thought how neat it would be to control something like the wind and there I was training to do just that.
