The Wind Beneath My Cells

The wind today!

Whew!

The trees were having violent dreams!

Or lots of excitement!

Or wild, uninhibited sex that would leave the best of us exhausted, yet smiling all over!

I sat in the doctor's office on the second floor of an old 1960s office building, waiting for the physician's assistant to tell me that I'm getting better (yes, I paid them $25, on top of the insurance company's payment, in order to obtain that valuable piece of information) and I watched a pine tree rocking and rolling outside the window. I've never seen the trunk of a pine tree move that much. It made me a little dizzy.

In a book I recently read, the author spoke about visiting that Biosphere dome thing in Arizona and seeing little spindly trees tied to the ceiling with string or something. When she asked what that was about, she was told that, since there is no wind in there, the trees don't get strong trunks. They need the resistance of wind in order to strengthen.

Well, we here in Colorado must have some pretty strong tree trunks, because they are surely given some heavy dumbbells to work with in the winds that we've been getting!

What is it about the wind that makes it so that I can't seem to separate myself from it? Sitting in a perfectly still room with only the sounds of the banging and yelling of the winds pounding at the walls and windows, my body gets all jaggledy. It's like the wind is the moon and its pull affects the waters of my cells. Wind is high tide for cells.

Wind gives my cells violent dreams, lots of excitement and wild sex.