The wind is my oldest foe.
You always push against me.
But wind, you try to tell me, to reassure me that you can be my friend.
Your forward pushes only last so long.
Are you the last remaining physical force on Earth that can push me around?
Are you a prehistoric remnant of God’s angry yell?
Are you only here to make matters worse?
Why can’t you do fun things?
We should go surfing sometime.
Or have a picnic.
The picnic is ruined because the wind came.
The wind is only irritating us because whenever he comes along, he is not wanted.
His warm heart is slowly cooled by our indifference.
Maybe if we loved him, he would love us back.