I've been walking alot on these windy, March days. It feels as if God is blowing the stale, brooding attitude of winter out of my life. Negative thoughts swirling away in all of that pollen. Sometimes I'm walking against it, leaning a little, hair flying; others I feel it in the center of my back, like a hand boosting me almost too fast. My feet barely keep up.
Once in a while I just sit still on my patio and let it go nuts all around me.