Wind

I love the wind. It's powerful yet gentle, silent yet orchestrates a symphony of whistles, clinks, clatters, and tings. Invisible. It ruffles your clothes, runs through your hair, whistles past the trees, but where does it go? Why is it in such a rush? It takes birds high up into the sky and ships far across the sea, it fells trees and spreads the seeds of life afar. It cycles out the old air for the new, refreshing in every way. Every time the wind is stronger than just a breeze I want to jump and spread my arms and pray that it catches me and carries me off to somewhere new, somewhere fascinating, somewhere no one else has gone before. To just, simply, fly. Wind brings change and renewal. From cold to hot from hot to cold. Clear to cloudy, rain to sunshine. It's been windy lately. What change will it bring? What will be renewed?