Flavors & choices; sometimes ours to choose and sometimes only to look. The latter can become less painful by being termed research, education. Anyway it's true.
Some winds are this way, a soft caress, a dewey kiss of the softest pallor. We are riddled with them throughout our busy day without knowing. Other winds are clearly cyclical, like waves that lap the shore, winds of regular breathing. All kinds of winds, here & there & in between. Maybe a gust of wind, Chicago style, that could have knocked you clean over had it been unexpected. But, no. To lean in & laugh even as it blows the sound from your lips as it's created. The neutral Wind then (ferocious all the same), supports a figure in a ridiculous position, walking at a 45 degree angle, face three feet from the ground. Well. At least you DO know how to fall, whereupon (should it happen) you can laugh for your own enrichment once more. Well that's enough meditation for now.
A certain wind pummeled my surroundings as I slept in my bed, safe more or less, unlike many others around the globe. A tornado in fact had touched down one town away; I learned it later with surprise. I had woken slightly throughout the evening. I stirred & heard the blowing outside fury; pulling the covers up and feeling the good grace of my head on soft pillows, I slept quite well in cozy gratitude. Is gratitude selfish then? Is there a percentage, a pie chart, a scale to show how much rest is too much? The eyes will close. The angels will call, everyone to their place.
And for the wind that shakes the Windows.
Startlement, Awakening. Too loud to ignore. Threat of breakage, some fear of invasion, threat of pain on varying levels, possibly disaster.
Well that gets you up.