I don't know what it is that makes me want to go out on a windy day. It’s like the wind sends out an invisible invitation to get out there and live, and I can’t resist but to spend some time alone—just me and the wind. The crazy thing about wind is the invisible force it has when it’s hitting your face. It has to be one of the most surreal things you can experience if you take the time to think about it. How can something that’s not there, be there? The crazy thing about