A Mighty Wind

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.