Whirlwind

A burst of wind blows open the balcony's doors. Its wicked breath whips at my face.
With a flick of my wrist it subsides, only to return two fold. Again and again it bows and rises, growing ever stronger.
My new found friend lingers behind me as the whirlwind touches down on the sandy shore.
I can feel the forceful winds trying to lift me up, but I hold strong. My friend however cannot and I watch him fall into the sky.
I know what I must do, though I wish I did not. I watch as the gate opens beneath his feet, allowing him to escape.
Leaving me alone once more.