I want to stand amongst wicked winds. Let them throw and thrash and attempt to knock me down. I want to stand still slightly leaning in their direction. Let my hair fall in directions gravity isn't pulling. I want to outstretch my arms as though I'm attempting to hug the world, to catch the power. And as the air shakes the grass around me I want to feel still. I want to feel silent. I want to all be a part of the loud whisper. I'll let my body fall into a state unknown to many men. And for an instant, in wild prarie company, I will be the wind. I will be the air. Powerless yet with all the strength in the world.
