An Ethical Wind

“Daddy,” my eight year old said, “There was kind of a spooky, almost magical sound in my room.  Did you hear it?”

“No,” I said, “what did it sound like?”

“Hmmm,” she said, “maybe it was just the wind.  Yeah, I bet it was an ethical wind.”

“A wind that is nice to people and tries to do the right thing?” I asked.

“No, kind of ghostly.  What’s the word?”

“Enchanted wind maybe?” I asked.

“No,” she said thinking.  “Ethereal!  Maybe it was an ethereal wind”

“Incidentally,” I told her with a grin, “Ethical Wind just happens to be the name of my Kansas cover band.”