Wind

When I feel the wind engulf my body I understand why people dream. We dream of a life where we can be more like the wind. Free to venture anywhere. From above the clouds to the dirt on the ground there is no where wind can not move. Across the county and ocean meeting thousands of people on its never ending adventure. Observing the world without being apart of it. Seeing the beautiful and the less beautiful. Never ugly, because to wind, nothing is ugly, nothing is more than a journey away from beautiful. I wish people could be more like the wind.