When I go outside, the wind in my hair,

I’m all alone, except the swaying trees,

The leaves rustling on the path

And dancing on the road.

At the sea, the waves are

Crashing up wildly

With the sea spray in my face,

And blowing my hair everywhere

On the sea all I see are ships swaying in the distance.

The wind is howling and a wolf has lost her cubs.

I walk into a shop.

There is hardly any wind at all -

Except a little happy breeze because the wolf has found her cubs!