Knowing she felt the same was more than enough. She was right there by my side as firm as a tree in the wind as we both fed our starving eyes with the wonders of God. There were moments when the wind blew so close and he was madly cold and constantly came with healing in its wings. In such moments I turned my gaze to her. Did she feel it too?

"Uncle, are you afraid?", asked Favor

"Yes I am" I said as gently as I could.

"Will the wind carry us?"

"Never!" I said to her but this time holding her feeble hand which by then was already in mine.

"Honey the wind is never forever. It will only come when nature needs it to. Its uncertain as the future. Nobody can say where next it will blow. But let's hope it blows cold when life gets hot"