Prompt courtesy of L.S. Engler, go check out what this prompt inspired her to write.
Riding the Wind
She lay where she fell, looking up into the sky.
She was aware of the wind as it twirled her hair and tickled her nose.
She willed her soul to ride it, and even as her soul warmed she felt her body cool. Undeterred, she rose with an updraft.
The wind tugged at her skirts and pinched her cheeks.
Looking down she saw her body crumpled in the snow. But instead of returning, as she had practiced through the years, she turned from cold nights and hungry days and instead rode the wind and chased the sun.