I was messing around with “Miss Caught in a Windstorm, and Me Without my Hat”, when my oldest child informed me that it was, “incredibly frustrating” to him.
“I mean really… Is it her hair? Is it the wind? What is it?”
“Neither,” I said, “It’s a woman who is overjoyed, overworked, tired, but scared that she’ll miss something if she sleeps. She is blown away by the beauty, the blessing, the craziness and the noise in her life. She’s trying to fly. She’s trying not to look down”
“What’s for dinner?”