The Tale of the Windmill: Part 1

Far up on a hill that overlooks the highway and the cattle, there lives a family of Windmills. The windmills were taken care of by one boy. As an infant, his father would bring him out to the windmills and he would spend hours watching the arms spin in a unison, creating a thumping sound like a symphony of drums. At sunset, the boy would watch the windmills slowly disappear into the darkness. In the darkness, he could only hear the sound of the windmills. Sometimes if he stayed long enough, the windmills would reveal themselves again as the sun began to rise in the east.
One day, the boys father left and did not return and the boy's only connection to the past days was through the field of windmills. He would spend his days here just watching the arms spin and listening to the sound of wind, hopeful of a return.