'The Wind, the Wind, the Child of Heaven!'

I can't recall what fairy tale that's from...I love to feel the movement of air. Given the ability to change into an animal, much as I love mammals, I think it would be more fun to be a bird.

According to some Ayurvedic whatsits, I am a Vata dosha person; I've never taken Ayurvedic stuff seriously but I do like this idea of being affiliated to space and air... having said that, my psyche doesn't buy it. My dreams tend more to water, seas, rivers, rain,and missing mermaids. There's a story in that somewhere.

 I love to hear the wind howling around the house. Despite the rain our windows upstairs have been open for the past few days,  the breeze just quickens me into life, even after a heavy night of wine and curry with chums. Been awake since 6.30.The hilltop sweetness makes me feel as though I can breathe in right through my skin. I want to go walking in the rain today, assuming there is rain...

Quite fancy going to the Hope at Carshalton for this mini festival,but my stomach's still a bit dodgy so I'll give it another couple of hours before deciding. Some mates are going so it should be good craic, though it's an awkward trek from here.