The Wind

# We can quantify the wind, it is a product of heat, pressure and the rotation of the Earth. We can model it, predict it, its speed, direction, its power.

Yet we cannot rationalise the feeling of it, on our skin, in our hair, the sensations we experience as it passes us by, uncaring, almost ignorant of our presence.

There is no formula we can refer to, no calculation we can make, no relationship between the its strength and how alive it makes us feel. The wind is seemingly from nothing, through nothing, into nothing, but strikes us as though a physical object, connects us to the world around us in a way we can never truly explain. Not that we would want to.

It is ephemeral yet we are more real for its passing, fortunate to have been blessed by its kiss.


  1. johnjohnston says: #
    lovely Colin, I work with children and used to work with animals, both get really bouncy and excited on windy days (at least with the milder drier winds).
  2. vasta says: #
    Beautiful. I will think about this sentence for a long time: “It is ephemeral yet we are more real for it passing.” Thanks for sharing.
  3. Colin Walker says: #
    Thanks 🙏 although that should have been “its” so thanks for making me look at it again.
  4. smokey says: #
    Teenage and twentysomething me thanks you for this love letter to the wind :-)
  5. I like it, Colin. And I know what you mean about the wind making you feel alive—especially a gentle wind in your face on a sunny day.
    1. Colin Walker says: #
      Exactly, but there’s no rhyme nor reason to it, no explanation for how or why, we just have to take it on faith and be glad for it.