it's very windy

i can hardly see you through both your and my moving hair. it's wild.
the last thing you said. like, i didnt even get it because that sequence got squeezed away from my ears (the downwind way). But i was too ashamed to ask you to repeat what you said.
it keeps pushing either one or the other away, sometimes both.
Few of the noises are really pure and fine. Some are unpleasant, even worryingly. alarmingly. Some make you feel good about yourself. Like feeling your body and mind and frankly, soul interact. It's the greatest.
When its windy i calculate the risk of being hit on the head by an object into my total.
great plus: you can smoke weed everywhere outside, the wind will dilute your cloud before coming into existence.