The feeling of wind through my hair is amazing
It's relaxing and similar to having someone run their fingers through it
I could stay there for hours or until the breeze dies down
The wind became my friend
Causing snow to blaze pass me at a million miles per hour
Yet when I reach my hand out to touch the flakes
Everything is calm and quiet
The winter and summer have always been my favorite seasons
In the summer my freckles darken after not seeing them for so long
The sky is clearer and I can stargaze late into the nights
During the winter I can pull out my collection of scarves out
Play with the dogs in the snow even if I hate those crystals
Occasionally fall into a hole Dixie dug
Causing Don to give me a weird look because I can't get out
When I do I have a sprained ankle and I'm dying of laughter
My cousin and I stay up late telling stories
No matter what season it is
The strong wind keeps my chin up