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So it was a stiflingly warm day, with only the slightest of breezes, when I was accessing an on-ramp to go to a doctors's appointment. I'm a windows-down kind of gal, and with a tank-top on and hair let down, I let the warm breeze gain even more thrust and turbulance as my car gained speed. Next thing I know I'm pulling over onto the shoulder and slowing down to a stop, laughing. The wind had been pushing my hand around, gently grazing my neck, chest and shoulders, and ultimately tickling me. I was laughing so hard and tingling so much I had to stop the car.
Today I was seated in the back seat of a friends car while driving back from Ann Arbor (a few friends and I drove to Benitos Pizza to attack a 30" diameter pizza, a total success). Windows down, my friend Alex going 95+ and the breeze gusting, I put my palm up to the wind and let it the breeze pulse around it. As my hand felt the warmth and wind i watched it respond to the wind, and push back. It kind of felt like those situations when a girl flirtatiously hits a guy during conversation, or when a guy gently touches a girl attempting to make physical contact more casual and comfortable. So today while driving back from Ann Arbor, I had a half hour intrigue with the wind, and it felt great.
Today I was seated in the back seat of a friends car while driving back from Ann Arbor (a few friends and I drove to Benitos Pizza to attack a 30" diameter pizza, a total success). Windows down, my friend Alex going 95+ and the breeze gusting, I put my palm up to the wind and let it the breeze pulse around it. As my hand felt the warmth and wind i watched it respond to the wind, and push back. It kind of felt like those situations when a girl flirtatiously hits a guy during conversation, or when a guy gently touches a girl attempting to make physical contact more casual and comfortable. So today while driving back from Ann Arbor, I had a half hour intrigue with the wind, and it felt great.