I love to lay in green grass with my eyes closed and feel the breeze blow across my face and cause the shoots of grass to tickle my skin. Listen to to the wind blow past my ears and send the nearby leaves on trees into a frenzy. I like that with my closed eyes I see the orange-red of my eyelids rather than the blackness one associates with having your eyes closed. Breathe in the fresh air, feel my skin cook in the sunlight and be cooled by the winds as they wash over me like waves.
I love to lay in the grass.
I love to stand in the wind. As a child newscasters would announce that the Santa Anas were coming. I had always imagined them as an army running speedily towards the ocean. Adults would always dread the coming of the Santa Anas, but I never a had a run in with this unseen Army. It took me year to realize the Santa Anas were actually what people called the winds from that blew through Santa Ana picking up pollen and dust and lots of speed. By the time the Santa Ana winds hit Long Beach they were strong enough to keep me from falling over when I would lean into the wind. I would sometimes wear skates and a jacket, open the jacket like a sail and let the wind push me. I loved to dance in the wind with my arms out. Spinning round and round sending my bowl-cut hair into birdnest like formations. When I became dizzy I would try to just stand against the wind but would usually get blown over since my equilibrium was confused. Stand in the wind always made my imagination soar, all this energy in the air, it was like I was a superhero. It was like I could do anything.
Today is a windy San Francisco day and I wish I was outside.
Clouds Up - Air - The Virgin Suicides (Soundtrack)