I always used to say that I was deeply in love with winter.
But recently, I realized that perhaps I’m not just a winter person.
I’m a wind person
I love the wind, the way it makes me feel alive
The way it gently brushes against my face, the way it moves through everything without asking permission

It makes me feel free
Almost weightless
As if, for a moment, I’m not simply standing there, but about to fly.