A storm raged the day she moved to our small town on the east coast of Australia. When we saw her, she was staring up at the sky with her arms outstretched, letting the torrential rain pour down on her as she laughed and spun around with absolute abandonment. Zeke and I watched her, mesmerised, until she spotted us and went still. It was that moment that everything changed for us. Up until that moment, Zeke and I were best friends – it was all we’d ever been, even though I’d always wanted more. Shea changed all that when she moved into the house next door.
If there was such a thing as magic then Shea held its source. She was light and laughter and everything everyone ever wished they could be. We were spellbound. Awestruck. Desperate to bathe in her light.
She would teach us about life. She would show us what was really inside our hearts, while forcing us to see the world through her free-spirited eyes.
She would teach us about love.
She would teach us about heartache.
She would teach us about loss on the day she disappeared…
She always said that one day she’d follow the wind again. Perhaps that’s what happened, perhaps that’s where she went – in the wind…