On my first outing in the new year,
first I heard the roar — that magnificent tidal wave of a roar.
Then harnessing that which, to my mind, rivals the unbridled love of a young child,
I felt the rush towards me, a forceful, yet gentle, insistence, buffeting-swirling-enveloping me with a fierceness, leaving me uplifted in the wake of contact.
I love that.
I love when the wind hugs me.
And I love that welcome into the new year 😊 (1/1)