“Wind” was a daily prompt a few weeks ago (sometimes I like to save them up until I’m interested in having a crack).
Wind – I love the sound of it, particularly when it’s flexing its muscles. Not that we get much of it where we live, and certainly nothing like the tornadoes in other parts of the world (we don’t get tornadoes in our part of Australia, nothing even approaching one, and I suppose those of you who do may feel quite differently). But that roaring, howling sound of a force being unleashed, bending the trees, fighting pedestrians, stirring the blood…. to me its power is exhilarating.
I remember a couple of years ago we were at Lakes Entrance (a coastal town, but it sits on an inlet that opens up into quite a significant lake). We were lying on the beach, soaking up the rays and enjoying the sound of the waves, when my wife pointed to the darkening skies and said we should get a move on. Typical bloke that I am, I thought nothing of it, and took my time getting ready to go back over the bridge (there’s this stretch of water between the beachfront and the town proper). By the time we were nearly off the beach itself the wind had whipped up, and was beginning to attack us with swirls of sand like a cloud of angry microscopic hornets.
As we got to the bridge the wind strengthened considerably, and we, along with the other hapless beachsiders, had to set our shoulders against it as it threatened to blow us off the walkway. By now I was enthralled and excited – it was the strongest wind storm I’d ever experienced, and I began to wonder if it would indeed begin to shape up as some kind of cyclone, even a weak one. Linda, who is no fan of thrill seeking, was just keen to get off the walkway and to shelter behind some buildings.
By now it had begun to rain, not very heavily, but with the strong wind it was stinging our faces. I left Linda in her sheltered spot, and set off for the car some hundreds of yards away, relishing every moment but at the same time slightly dreading what it would be like if it got worse. In my imagination I saw cars being picked up and tossed and trees being uprooted, though of course we were in no danger of that happening. Nevertheless, it all was a jangle of sensations for me – noise, heartbeat, stinging, lightning, grey, cold, electric, distance, resolution, trepidation, anticipation, all whirling in and around me – and then I made it to the car and got in.
I sat there, revelling in the moment as the rain, now quite heavy, lashed the car and the winds howled wildly around me, rocking the car a little, as if toying with it. But it didn’t last long. A few minutes later the rain eased, the wind slowed, the windscreen wipers managed to provide visibility again, I drove around to where my wife was, and it was kind of all over. Picked her up, chatted a bit about the whole experience (me elated, she just glad it was over). And that was it.
So wind – I hope I never have to face you in all your fury, but as long as your leash is still firmly attached, then I would enjoy your company again. But for those of you who live in tornado/cyclone territory, does it ever feel this way for you? Or is it just terrifying?