On Wind and Hair
I'm not in the mood for anything serious tonight, because I'm in too serious a mood. I am thankful for ethereal Christmas music, which is just enough to keep me soothed enough to write. I figured I would write about things that make me happy.
I have always loved the wind.
I love the sound of the wind on the beach, the smell it carries with it, how it drives the waves to crash upon the rocks or glide over the sand to my bare feet. I always wanted to be able to float in the air like gulls do against the wind without flapping their wings. Sometimes, I stand on the beach and close my eyes and let the wind blow against me.
I love the feel of rain in the midst of a hurricane and having to brace myself against the force of it. Granted, I have not been outside in a hurricane big enough to tear down buildings, but I have been outside in ones big enough to flood downtown Baltimore.
I love standing firm on the top of a conquered mountain and watching the clouds driven to and fro, seeing the trees below me waving, knowing the rock on which I stand is firm.
I love the wind blowing my hair in a car ride. If it is not too extremely hot, I much prefer the windows down to AC. I sleep so well when the wind is blowing my hair all over the place like a gentle massage.
I love the wind blowing other people's hair as well -- especially long hair....
About the only time I hate the wind is when it is bitter cold. People who say it is cold here in Maryland do not understand cold. They have not lived over half of their life in a place where the wind chill factor makes it feel like -50°F (-46°C), in a place where your nose turns hard inside so that it is hard to breath, where your eyes freeze shut if you close them too slowly.
I have always loved the wind.
I love the sound of the wind on the beach, the smell it carries with it, how it drives the waves to crash upon the rocks or glide over the sand to my bare feet. I always wanted to be able to float in the air like gulls do against the wind without flapping their wings. Sometimes, I stand on the beach and close my eyes and let the wind blow against me.
I love the feel of rain in the midst of a hurricane and having to brace myself against the force of it. Granted, I have not been outside in a hurricane big enough to tear down buildings, but I have been outside in ones big enough to flood downtown Baltimore.
I love standing firm on the top of a conquered mountain and watching the clouds driven to and fro, seeing the trees below me waving, knowing the rock on which I stand is firm.
I love the wind blowing my hair in a car ride. If it is not too extremely hot, I much prefer the windows down to AC. I sleep so well when the wind is blowing my hair all over the place like a gentle massage.
I love the wind blowing other people's hair as well -- especially long hair....
About the only time I hate the wind is when it is bitter cold. People who say it is cold here in Maryland do not understand cold. They have not lived over half of their life in a place where the wind chill factor makes it feel like -50°F (-46°C), in a place where your nose turns hard inside so that it is hard to breath, where your eyes freeze shut if you close them too slowly.