Nostalgia

Left work today to step out into a wind. Beautiful, majestic thing—I like to feel wind like that; it reminds me of God. Great, unbidden, beyond you and yet all around you: they have so much in common. And so I danced up to the parking lot, music of the wind in my head and on my body, missing the days when I had long hair that would wrap a bit around my face in a wind like that, and a long beard that tells me at once that I belong to God and that I am free. Missing the days when I could almost believe that such a wind could carry me into the air because body and soul were still one and the same.