High winds will unsettle your average air sign, I want to stand out on the highway astride a broomstick and fly away somewhere, just go wherever the wind is going to blow me. What weighs me down is attachment to the belief that this physical world is as physically real as it seems in this dream we call life. In fact of course it is not as real as we want to believe and it’s this belief that keeps our minds and souls attached to this physical plane where there is evidence enough of the temporary nature of nature. It’s what makes us cry “not fair” and “why me?” in the depths of the dark night of the soul.