the wind catcher.

12 August,2010 Thursday

I love strong fierce winds. The ones with Speed.

The wind that slaps against your cheeks and makes it hard for you to breath. The one that howls and screams and cries.The one that makes you feel light enough to fly.

Not the storms,tornatos and hurricanes that brings death destruction and fear . Not the ones that you hide away when you sense it coming but the one that you will use your whole body to catch. The wind catcher.

And then you feel empty all over because all have gone with the wind. The wind catches all of it.

Sail boats. Motorbikes. Open Lorries. Tell me where else can I be the wind catcher?