Once upon a time, there was a little wind named Vico. He loved to travel all over the world: to the mountains, the seas, the forests, and the cities.
Vico brought coolness to the flowers, made the leaves dance, and helped the clouds move along.
But one day, he felt tired.
“I’ve been traveling for a very long time… maybe I should stop,” he thought.
He sat down gently at the top of a mountain.
The world below went on as usual.
The flowers waited for his breath.
The sailboats waited for his help.
The children were waiting for him to play among the leaves.
But Vico remained still.
The trees stopped moving.
The flowers bowed their heads.
Even the clouds seemed sad.
A little dove came to see him.
“Why are you sad, little breeze?”
Vico replied:
“I’m tired… I don’t know if I’m important anymore.”
The dove smiled gently.
“Look around you.”
Vico looked at the world.
He saw a flower that couldn’t bloom without him.
He saw a boat that couldn’t move forward without him.
He saw children waiting for him to play in the trees.
Then he understood.
“I’m part of the world…”
He took a deep “breath” from the sky.
And he began to blow gently once more.
The flowers opened.
The trees danced.
The clouds resumed their journey.
The dove said:
“You see? Even the smallest breath is very important.”
Vico smiled.
He wasn’t tired anymore.
Because he had realized that as long as he helped the world go on, he would always have a role to play.
And from that day on, the little breeze continued on its journey… with even more joy.