The Dance: A Hundred Word Story

They met mid air when the gust of the breeze captured their essence, forcibly moving them from their homes. They swirled and twirled in the bright moonlight, tripping the light fantastic in their slow descent. All eyes followed them gasping with pleasure, envying them as their movements led to tears falling gently around the couple. The winds played their sacred music ushering them together and apart in a scenic ballet. Their brushes with other couples and the sheer magnitude of their journey left them breathless as they fluttered down to the forest floor, resting amongst the masses for the winter.