and the winds long to play with your hair."
This is one of my favorite quotes and I was reminded of it as I stepped outside a little while ago, and my hair got caught up in the lovely windstorm that was brewing. I will never tire of the wind, be it a cold winter blast that takes me off guard with it's bitterness, or an exhilarating spring or fall tempest that sweeps me away. I get caught up in it every time, ...it's as if the wind is calling my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts, ...those gentle giants that sway back and forth with delight, as they gracefully bend to and fro - they get caught up every time, too, and are surely clapping their hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.