Where the Day Goes..

Sometimes things are on the tip of my tongue, waiting for something to reel in. That's me this morning trying to get up and start the day. I'm in my camper parked in a driveway, the wind gusts so strong it rocks it like a category 1 hurricane. That's about 60 mph? It's really slamming out there. I think of someone walking through the arctic or in a dust storm in the desert, when I think of going out, or this article I read about scientists in an observatory in the north pole. They would have to go into a containment room to open the door to temperatures that make pee freeze..lol. But I like wind, always have even as far back to being a wilder teen in the back of a pickup, our hair flapping in our faces. Or when a storms brewing and I feel like running in it like a crazy person, because something inside feels free. But I usually don't because it doesn't feel like that "type of neighborhood." Or just throw caution to the wind sometimes. It's freezing cold...brrrrrrrrrrr.. but I finally wrap up and see where the day goes...