I remember the wind blowing that night. I can hear it now, can you? You’ve asked me the same question twice, I’m afraid you’re still too young to understand that even the simplest things in life can be special. I didn’t see any white horse that night, I didn’t meet the love of my life, and no, I didn’t find a penny; it was just the wind, the sound that it made and the way that it felt in my face as it blew so softly and gently that I could only wish it would never stop. Can you feel it yet?