love it.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
audrey hepburn.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

run like the wind.

i adore windy days. 

they hold so much mystery and enchantment.
especially when the sky is dark and foreboding.
and the clouds roll in as if they were an army come ready for battle.
the sky an ever deepening shade of gray, as though to signal danger ahead. 

so much power. so much whirling & pounding. raging & dancing. so much gusting. huffing & puffing. the merciless wilds of the tossing of the air waves. unseen currents thrashing back & forth. it's strange to think that we cannot see the wind, only witness the traces of it. the damage or path it creates.

......the sound of the wind at night, when engrossed in a good book, or closely huddled next to the fire is magical. or on a warm summer evening when the wind makes you feel giddy and free. but my most delightful memory of the wind is when i've been near the ocean, it whips and sputters. churns and flies with the utmost freedom there. with the unmatchable, most astonishing, ferocious power you ever did see.

wind is much like us, subject to change without the slightest hint; it can be soft and sweet, sweeping gently across your face, playfully pulling at your hair. and then the next moment it is rash and abrasive.

Wind; - the perceptible natural movement of the air, as though moving horizontally at any velocity along the earth's surface.
- a gale; storm; hurricane.
- any stream of air, as that produced by a bellow or fan.
- used to suggest something very fast, unrestrained, or changeable.