Windy Days

How can anyone not love the wind. Oh, I know how unruly it can be, but we depend upon its generosity. Can be used for work, play or simply for survival. Have any of you when young, lay down in the grass and watched how the clouds sail across the sky, like ships racing each other, eager to catch the fastest part of that wind. What fun.

We all take it for granted, this wind, that is so common, that we mostly ignore all the work that it does for us. The help, the laughter and playfulness, that it can achieve.

I know wind can be stressed at times, who wouldn’t be living the life it does. Taking it out on people is one way of de-stressing. What did that person do to deserve their hat ripped off their head and tossed merrily into the winds grasping hands. What about directions written on a piece of paper, is also thrust up into nothingness. Well, looks like becoming lost is happening now. SIGH I guess having the wind as your friend is needed for our welfare.

Wind can blow rain to much needed places, if it feels like it that is, can turn the turbines for power, or blow away the cobwebs sticking to our brains. Who hasn’t stated that they need some fresh air and go outside to enjoy the gentle breeze. The wind likes to play a game of chase, pushing you this way and that, even helping you reach your destination early, even if looking a bit rough around the edges.

Playing with my clothes on the line keeps the wind happy, turning them inside out or flapping them to make music. Wolves howl, so does the wind, howl through empty buildings, howl through laneways so that gripping the sides of walls is a must. I sometimes think that the wind is lonely, the sound it sometimes gives off , like a haunting melody.

Wind is older that time and one of the first to have evolved on Earth. I don’t like the wind in winter and it seems to know this. It’s a lazy wind, goes through you and not around you. Wind is actually a loner and latches upon people, not just for fun but it interacts with us humans. We tend to make it happy, so much so, that it keeps coming back nearly every day.

Though the wind can be hurricane strong, it can turn into a gentle breeze, that kisses your cheeks or fairy pecks as I like to call them and ruffles your hair to a birds nest mess.

Don’t get on the wrong side of the wind as it can turn ugly quickly. I know this as I’ve cursed the wind myself for blowing around rubbish and causing a mess. Next think I know, the wind sent pollen blowing my way, causing me to have bad hay fever as the wind pushes it my way to make me suffer.

As I look outside my window, the clouds building up, no wind to talk about, I imagine the wind giving its approval about what I’ve written. Maybe tomorrow will be a low pollen count. One can only hope.

Depends how the wind is feeling that day, whether it’s soft in its approach or like a rabid dog, pulling at its chains, wanting to let loose. Respecting the wind, will remind it to respect you back. The wind is bigger, nastier, gentle or just plain hornery. However you judge the wind tomorrow, remember, it was here before you and will be after your long gone to the end of time.