“When Glynis Mac Tavish went to find the wind…” So begins this short story of loss and longing, inspired by the Highlands of Scotland and Celtic mythology. Glynis, the last of her clan, asks the personification of wind itself only for what she has lost. But all the wind can do is give her the tools to find within herself what she truly seeks.
Personal note: I don’t always know where my ideas come from, but for this one, it’s clear. This story wrote itself one afternoon while I sat on the back of our motorcycle as we wove our way through the Scottish lowlands into the highlands. The wind on my face, the scraggy fields, the grey-blue sky all came together and gave me this tale. I hope you enjoy it!