Espieto

When he inspected things, Espieto moved in the form of a wind. This way, he could feel textures and shapes moving around and through him. He liked especially the smooth expanses of newly paved roads; they made him buoyant with warm tar currents that left him whistling. His Providence was small but lively as he wove down the sidewalks between bustlers and wanderers. But when a semi truck barreled past unexpectedly, the wall of displaced air slammed into him, scattering him into invisible eddies. Disoriented, it was all he could do to re-gather himself and continue, tenderly, on his way.