Wind me up

There are a lot of things I like about spring.

Daylight is extended a little bit more each day. The weather is getting warmer. The world is full of color and life. And, the wind blows. Oh, my. How the wind blows!

As the weather warms, I find myself turning off the fan inside my car and rolling down the windows. Even if it is cold outside, I turn on my seat heater, and the wind makes me feel like I'm on an adventure.

I lean my left arm on the windowsill. My head leans a little bit to the left, towards the air. Towards the movement that I fail to feel when the windows are closed.

My hair lifts from the back of my head. It swirls forward, up and down and towards my eyes. I tuck one long curl behind my ear, away from my line of sight. I lean my head closer to the air. Closer to the wind. Close to the outdoors.

Sometimes I think I must have been a dog in a former life. If it were possible, I'd stick my head right out of that window, catch some bugs in my teeth, wind pushing my hair and my skin backward.

The closest I get to that is sticking my hand out the window and riding the airwaves. Surfing with my palm. Finding the rhythm of the unseen and my place within it.