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 wind is the invisible force it has when it’s hitting your face.
Sudden gusts of winds can almost force you off your feet. The sound of it as it steamrolls up the hill towards you is one of the most humbling moments you can experience. The trees bending, the wind playfully running its fingers through your hair, and your clothes pulling on your body in some sort of invisible harmony.
According to the Center for Science Education, the wind is moving air and is caused by differences in air pressure within our atmosphere. Air under high pressure moves toward areas of low pressure. The greater the difference in pressure, the faster the air flows—I don't know about all that, I just love it..
In laymen's terms, the wind begins with the sun’s radiation, which is absorbed differently on the earth’s surface. The earth's surface is heated differently because of cloud cover, mountains, valleys, water. As a result of this uneven heating, earth surfaces vary a lot in temperature. Air on surfaces with higher temperatures will rise because it is lighter (less dense). As the air rises, it creates low pressure. Air on surfaces with cooler temperatures sinks. The change in pressures up and down is what causes the wind to move horizontally. Tell me that doesn't blow you away.
The change in pressures up and down is what causes the wind to move horizontally. Tell me that doesn't blow you away.
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all...
-Robert Louis Stevenson
The trees bending, the wind playfully running its fingers through your hair, and your clothes pulling on your body in some sort of invisible harmony.
I am the Wind
And you'd better watch out!
I can run, I can fly;
I can whistle and shout.
I can tap on your window
And howl at your door,
Tug on your coat tails,
Bellow and roar.
But in March I'm the loudest;
Look out for my might!
For when you're not looking
I'll steal your new kite.
-Jean Conder Soule
How can something that’s not there, be there?
“I like wind because it messes my hair. When there's a lot of wind a tornado comes out and it goes around and around and gets dizzy and then my brother and me go in mommy’s room so we're safe."
"Man, it’s breezy!"
Alright, you know the drill. Get Out There!