I can never work out whether it freaks her out or makes her high!
Prolonged wind can have a similar effect on me. It's a persistent, catalytic agitation that dislodges the dust and cobwebs that gather, throwing you into a storm of your own detritus. If a few internal windows can be kept open it will clear the air of the soul.
My home is on the side of a hill and the weather usually comes to us westerly, straight from the moor, bringing with it an air of wilderness that imbues all of us who breath it, and an edge of high-blown expansive madness.
It's okay, it seems to be settling down a bit out there!
Somehow, I picked a perfect day to go out busking last week; a break in the rain and wind and a window of sunshine just long enough for me to take off my raincoat, pat down my blustered hair, dig out the humidity sensitive music making kit and get out onto the streets of Totnes.
It was a fruitful endeavour which yielded, alongside the sustaining cash that enables me to invest time in making music, a particularly pleasing contribution of a pair of jeans, which turn out to fit like a glove! A rare quality in a pair of jeans, I think you'll agree.
Busking is a peculiar mix of playing music for your own enjoyment, but within a public gaze. Somehow you feel exactly as if you could be in your own living room, with transparent walls, so you can watch the world go by, and less comfortable seating, but then someone will stop and be your audience for a while and you are suddenly telling your story and enjoying a key human exchange. Children are the greatest people to play to, because they're not very streetwise; they engage very easily in that interaction and don't usually have a to-do-list to think about!
Mind you, the populace of Totnes aren't all that streetwise either (and I mean that as a compliment). Perhaps that's why it's a town notorious for its street-music!