The Wind

I love the wind.

It is such a unique and powerful force that gets taken for granted. You can't smell it or taste it. You can feel it. Its something that comes from nowhere and hits you, it can take your breath away. It can make you feel present, in that moment its all you can think about, this intangiabe thing that is a powerful force.

The wind does connect with some of our senses, you can hear it in different ways, it might whistle to you. Or you might see it, because it can make things move. It has an interesting relationship with trees. It blows through their leaves and it creates a beautiful sight and sound. Do the trees and the wind embrace each other? I do not know. It seems that they do have an understanding of each other. The branches of a tree sway in the wind, the leaves rustle, they don't fight it, they go with it, but the tree stands strong because of it's roots and trunk. Yet a tree's branches and leaves are vulnerable, and some may break off and fall to the ground because of the wind.

The wind carries itself and other things, but we don't know where it comes from. Where does it start and where does it end? Why does it exist? Nothing has no purpose does it? The wind gives so much of itself to other things; pollination, the ability for birds to glide... but it comes and goes and changes minute by minute, and for no reason. Perhaps thats why it is hardly recognised as having any value. And the wind never takes anything back for itself, apart from having a destructive streak when it gets really out of control.

There isn't really any logic to the wind, it just is what it is.

I love the wind.