Ever wonder where wind comes from? Well, wonder no more. Wind is born in Minnesota. It grows on farms and is cultivated by windmills on the side of the highway.
Baby winds mature fast, as it turns out. Before its first diaper change, a wind is already out on its own.
From Minnesota, the winds blow straight into South Dakota. The young prepubescent winds, still unsure of their power, are often wild, unpredictable, and unnecessarily assertive, as most young ones are.
They blew the cheese slices off the sandwiches I was making for lunch and dried the windshield before I even started to squeegee. Ah, adolescence.