Being from Minnesota has its distinct advantages.

Today in Naples, Floridians and most other critters are hunkered down.  It is windy and brisk.  The waves on the gulf are majestic in their power and relentless in their movement.  The seagulls seem to have found shelter along with the bipeds who are shunning the beach.

But not me.  It is magnificent!  The crash of the waves, the expanse of beach without human presence, the smell of salt and the game playing with waves determined to catch my feet;  all are mine to savor.

The same creative ache of love that spun the waves and the wind and the sun into being walks with me into this day.  Snow and ice are fine tutors.  So too is this world wildly alive with wind.