Friday, August 27, 2010

Not Relating to Flatulence and Things of the Sort.

It's the invisible dance choreographer of nature.
It guides the trees and flowers effortlessly so they sway with grace.
It manages to make branches perform a sinuous dance, as if they are made of water.
It ruffles the feathers of a resting bird, or the fur of a roaming tiger.
It sweeps sands into undulating dunes and destroys them, then trails them above the surface, one grain after another.

The beauty of wind, though it cannot be seen, is amazing. Its sound, its smell, and the aura it brings wherever it goes is beautiful.

I love breathing in wind, (as if it's any different from breathing in air) how about you?