winds

Since yesterday there are strong windgusts, up to 21 mph/33 kmh. I am not used to wind and i keep hearing the unsettling noise. It creates in me a state of alertedness that i cannot explain.

I recall meeting people in the city of Comodoro Rivadavia, very South on the Argentine Atlantic coast. It is called the capital of the wind, and the motto is "a city with energy". The winds in Comodoro are permanent and strong, all year long. People develop psychological disorders because of continuously being exposed to the wind, working, walking, fighiting it. I wonder where birds hide. Or do they let go and cruise? Winds undo hairdo. May be they are meant to undo the narcissism. Winds push us back, create resistance, don't let us move forward. Or may be they do push us forward?