Now I See Blog Archive on April 21, 2009, 9:00

by Ginger, age 11

Speaking Wind leaned into her horse’s forehead. Her long black raven hair brushed Fleet’s dished profile. She concentrated hard, and thought with everything she had. After a few seconds that seemed in slow motion, she finally sensed a connection. It was like trying to tune into a station on the radio with lots of static. She had to find the right place on the dial, then the connection was clear as Hawaiian waters. Speaking wind got inside fleet’s brain and heard everything — confusion and fear and wonder. When speaking Wind listened to horses