we'll try and catch the wind

(from InTheSunStudio on flickr)

I am fond of saying that I believe that, in a past life, I must have been a cat. I like to take naps in a random spot of sun on the floor. I love having my head scratched. In general, I am pretty graceful, and wary of strangers.

However, it is very possible that I also have some dog-like tendencies. Namely, my joy and appreciation of the wind in my face. I get a case of the giggles while walking down the wind tunnel that is Broadway. There is something very invigorating about wind. Wind is lively, whipping hair and clothing around everywhere. It's playful.

I love rolling down the windows (even though it's not technically rolling them, anymore, unless the car is particularly ancient) and sticking my head out the window, face upturned towards the sun, perhaps, and just feeling the wind on my face. It's like the dog in the photograph, who was captured in a moment of pure joy. Of bliss.

This post, however, was inspired by a bike ride I took today around my neighborhood. Whizzing down the big brick hill on my street, feeling my shirt fill up with air behind me...it's a wonderful thing. One of life's little pleasures for me.