I am.
I am everything, and I am nothing.
I am the tickling feeling you get in the fur on the back of your neck as you stand waiting for a lover under a tree.
I am what rattles the shutters and makes foals hide under their covers in the night.
I am a storm in the San Palomino Desert, and the howling in the ruins of the Castle of the Two Sisters.
I am the chill that you feel on a mountain top or in a cave by the sea.
I am a spinning tornado that crushes towns, and a warm, gentle breeze that embraces you.
I am everywhere at once.
I am both cold and harsh, and warm and caring.
I am the wind, and this is the story of the pony whose life I changed, and how he changed mine.