Fear me!!!
The wind and I have a rough relationship. There are very few times that I actually enjoy being around the wind. I like it if it's really warm and the wind brings some cool air. I tollerate it when I want to fly a kite. But generally I greatly dislike the wind. It messes up my hair and rips bubbles away from my wand to quickly.
But there is one moment that I can say that I throughly enjoy the wind and that is when it comes at me in a slow build. The type of situation where you can hear it rusteling something farther away and you just know that it's going to be on you soon. In those moments I feel like I'm magical. For a few moments while walking down the hallway or through the road I pretend that I'm calling up the storm, that I'm commanding mother nature. For those few moments I am badass.
It's the same reason that I always wave my hand right before I walk through automatic doors into grocery stores and department stores.. for the ilusion of awesome power.
But there is one moment that I can say that I throughly enjoy the wind and that is when it comes at me in a slow build. The type of situation where you can hear it rusteling something farther away and you just know that it's going to be on you soon. In those moments I feel like I'm magical. For a few moments while walking down the hallway or through the road I pretend that I'm calling up the storm, that I'm commanding mother nature. For those few moments I am badass.
It's the same reason that I always wave my hand right before I walk through automatic doors into grocery stores and department stores.. for the ilusion of awesome power.