Breezy Day.

My first steps outside yesterday morning I found it unusually warm.   The breeze was like a kiss on the cheeks.  The wind picked up considerably during the day and by afternoon the huge, tall Aspens, Birch and Spruce trees were swirling around in a manic dance.   Even the rose bushes were doing the dance.  How strange I thought.   Then a friend dropped by and said we were in the tail end of a hurricane.   Of course it all made sense then.   But how wonderful to stand in the garden with the power of the wind swirling around my body, hair whipping about my face and the trees, the trees, laughing along with me.