Some like the rain to wash things clean. That fresh feeling. and don't get me wrong, I like it too, but I have always been partial to a good breeze. Not hurricane or tornado strong and not the gentle caress either; but a good breeze that you can feel when you walk, that moves the clouds and blows the cobwebs free from your mind. That's why I always liked heading west; towards Kansas. The wind swept plains I guess. Just a cowboy at heart, wanting to see whats over the next hill.
The idea of feeling the wind on your face so you know you are alive. The wind that might have touched other people from all over the world. That wind that has been blowing since time immortal.
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