Wind is wonderful. It moves sailboats across water, creates clean energy, lifts kites, and scatters nature's seeds.

When the wind begins to blow, it's time to take off hats, close umbrellas, secure lightweight objects, and move parties indoors. I get that, and yet, I love a good wind. I love to feel it whipping and flapping at my clothes, throwing my hair into a wild tizzy, and making me grin from ear to ear.

I have long hair and it's been blown straight up, not an easy feat. My hair has been caught in car doors and windows before I'm completely inside and secure. Yet I don't even mind the occasional grit in my eyes. Leave me to enjoy watching the huge waves from the shore. Snicker along while I test the strength of the wind with my body. How far can I lean into it before it stops holding me upright? The power of it is a total rush.

So why am I writing this? Because of a prompt I saw earlier today. A list of suggestions that didn't catch my fancy until air was mentioned. Then I saw it, my love of wind, the movement of air, and I decided, why not? I saw all my awful hair mishaps, my tangles and suddenly airborne skirts and other unexpected wardrobe mishaps and I was inspired. What can I say? The wind makes me laugh. It lifts my mood, makes me buoyant.

I'm fortunate I've never had to fear it, like those who weather tornados and hurricanes. No doubt I'd probably feel differently. I acknowledge that. Still, I can't help but love a brisk wind.