Storm-tossed

I went out in the storm in all the old clothes I'd shrunk out of, and my big hat tied tight to my head, and I let it blow me away. Once the wind takes you, everything feels calm: the air and the wind and your little body are all flying around just the same as each other. You look down at the ground and think: thank God I'm not down there, spinning around. It set me down a few miles away, not gentle, but fair. I built a little hut, and waited for the next storm.