The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes,
their written language is too difficult for human minds,
and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.
- John Muir
When I was little I use to stand out in my drive-way and pretend I was the Goddess of the wind. I imagined that I could will the wind to blow this way or that, stronger, faster, or stop all together. I would command it to do whatever I wished and in my mind the wind listened to me.
Now that I'm older those notions of being the Goddess of the wind are tucked away with all my other childhood memories. But when I walk home from work and the wind ruffles my hair and sends the leaves skittering across the street...I still smile.