Why not love the Wind?

It is a memory.
It lifts what we’ve left behind.
It shows us what we’ve discarded.
It belittles our attempts at physical perfection.
It reminds us that we are naked underneath our clothes.
It reminds us of why we have eyelashes.
It makes us gritty.
It forces the earth into our hair and our teeth.
It gives the earth back to us in whatever state we’ve left it.
It makes me love scarves.
It reminds us that everything is in motion.
It reminds us not to stand still.
It makes us thankful for our own girth.
It’s a little like an atmospheric embrace.
It’s a little like an airy kiss.
It gives us reasons to laugh at others.
It gives us reasons to laugh at ourselves.
It reminds truckers that they don’t own the road.
It reminds cars that they don’t own the earth.
It reminds us to spit. It moves the world one granule at time.
It unearths secrets.
It carries scents.
It carries seeds.
It makes its own song.
It taught us to whistle.