I've heard of people who are energised by the wind; not me.
Instead it leaves me restless, with tangled hair and grumpy thoughts of better climes.
I swear, today the wind today was somehow getting into my shoes and making my feet cold!
And this summer wind which will not drop to let us have some warmth leaves me grumpiest of all.
Reframe! Reframe!
I study the trees, swirling and swaying, imagine each trunk, branch, twig and leaf a dancer in a great dance company.
Think of the training these dancers would have gone through, the hours of practice, the great artistry of the choreographer, the funding, the lighting engineers and stage hands.
For me, the wind-blown trees put on a show for free.