They talk about highs and lows and pressure gradients. All I know is that the wind is amazing. I was walking at 5:30 this morning. It was cool, but not cold. The waning moon was shining high overhead and the wind whipped the trees into a frenzy as I walked my 1.2 miles around the blocks in my neighborhood. The wind was fierce and invigorating. I breathed deeper and lifted my face boldly as I moved against its force. I finished my walk with regret. I was not afraid of all that power. For that brief space of time, I was part of it.
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