I woke up the other day to the sound of the wind chimes on the patio, their melodies signaling a nice, breezy day. I LOVE wind. I am grateful for windy days.
There’s nothing like wind in your hair. When I took the ferry to Bainbridge Island on a visit to the Seattle area, it was crazy breezy. I was in heaven.
Whenever I can, I drop the top on the convertible, hit the gas and revel in the wind blowing through my hair.
We got married on a sailboat at sunset. It was, as expected, a little breezy. That added to the magic of the wedding.
In high school, a boyfriend and I walked along the river in St. Louis. He snapped a pic of me with the wind whipping my hair. He loved it enough to keep it on his desk in college. I sure wish I had a copy of that pic now – a reminder that my love of windy days has been lifelong.
I’m not sure why the wind fills me with such joy. But wherever I am, when the wind picks up it makes me smile.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Cross your fingers for a windy day or two along the way.
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