i want you to close your eyes.. no, wait. If you do that you can't read.. ok i want you to metaphorically close your eyes (as in let yourself be there with me) and imagine what i'm about to describe.
You're driving in a car, it's a smooth drive, nothing clanking nothing clattering it feels like you've always driven this car. you feel comfortable and relaxed. your roll down your window and get a gust. it blows your hair into your face, not annoyingly, just enough to let you feel the wind.
you hang your hand out the window and feel the warm north-bound wind inflate the sleeve of your jacket. your radio is playing a soft song that you know all the words to but dare not break the moment by starting to sing.
You hear the wind rise, swell and rustle the new spring tree growth. it gusts your hair again as if it were a kiss. you lower your hand a little to feel the wind rush between your fingers. this isn't a small wind. If you were standing in it your hair would probably be dancing around you like embers from a fire., and your dress would be clinging something awful.
you can feel the wind rush between each finger, and it feels almost as if you could close your hand and catch a bit of wind to place in your pocket. with the sound of the rustling leaves you can't help but think that this was nature's way of welcoming spring: blowing the old dry leaves off of the grass and onto the street so the grass can grow.
you get misted as you pass a sprinkler in a beautiful park near your home. This sprinkle evaporates into the wind almost instantly. cooling your hand ever so slightly. "this is a nice night." you think to yourself as the gentle sound from your stereo coaxes you on.
this was my drive home tonight. the wind is beautiful. and not much happened except the wind today.
yours truly
-Shaboopy