The Squirrel Girl sighed. Then the wind heard her sighs.

“Why are you sighing Squirrel Girl? Come with me,” whispered the wind.

“There is a void in my heart.”

The wind was wise. Perhaps wise is not the right word, but it blew hither and thither and saw the hearts of men, and wondered at men’s foolishness. The men of earth created chaos for no reason that made any sense to the wind. Their foolishness blinded them and they reeled as if drunk with wine. Their path was no longer clear. 

“Ignore it … and pack a bag … you have miles to go … come with me and the void will disappear.”

The Squirrel Girl sighed again. Did she own a tiny backpack that could fit a squirrel? Perhaps a valise was better. She would be able to run after the train faster with a valise. The wind was tempting her. It would be a nice change to eat exotic foods instead of nuts. However, she looked forward to eating the pine nuts that fell on the floor in Venice. The call of the wind was too alluring. It will not tell her where to go. It simply said follow. And to follow the whims of wind was not a thing to take lightly, but it offered solace. The void frightened her, and she wanted escape. She wasn’t trying to run away. She wanted to escape from the “void.”

Like the Thursday’s Child that has far to go, the Squirrel Girl packed her little valise with her few cherished items. She packed her small computer that was just right for her little squirrel hands. It was over used but it was the most cherished item for Squirrel Girl. 

The wind spoke again, “We will see the world and observe men … your void has no space in your heart when you go with me … it cannot follow where we go.”

Did Squirrel Girl wish to observe men? Was she not merely the Thursday’s Child that has far to go? Instead of observing men, she wanted to watch the olive trees dance in the wind. She wanted to feel the wind when she stood at the Seven Hills in Rome. She didn’t want to observe men. She just wanted to feel the wind on her face and follow it whichever way the wind blew.