Melbourne is known for it’s windy days. Often, back in Switzerland, when we had similar strong winds, I would not go outside for too long or at least stay away from trees. Over the last couple of years my attitude changed slightly. I still try to avoid huge trees (if possible) but head outside even if it’s windy. Why? I’m not sure. It’s not as if I feel safer here than back in Switzerland. I think it’s just because everyone does it and it’s normal. You get used to strong winds here.
No matter how much I tried to stay out of too windy weather in the past, I always loved listening to the wind howl. I loved the sound the draft made in the house sometimes and watching the branches, trees, grass dance in the wind. For me the wind tells a story. It tells you the story of its travel around the world. It tells you the story of people far away, different countries, different cultures. It tells you about the beauty of nature, high mountains, oceans, valleys. You simply can’t stop it from getting where it wants to go. It’s freedom in its deepest sense.
So here is my take on ‘Windy’:
My take on windy. Inspired by the One Word Photo Challenge – Windy. Thank you, Jennifer Nichole Wells, for keeping it up. Love it 😉