A Gust from Outside

I hopped down from the windowsill and followed a faint whistling sound toward the front door. Right under the heavy wooden bottom edge, a narrow gap let in a fresh, sharp breeze! I dropped onto my knees, leaning close to peek through. Outside, a dusty mat and tiny green lawn blades were dancing in the air. The draft caught my hair, blowing it back like a real coastal wind. There is a whole windy world right past that crack, and I managed to touch the very edge of it.