In which I argue with the wind

Technically, I don't argue with the wind so much as I lay out my case against the wind. A different flavor of quixotic.

Like everyone in San Francisco, I was awoken by a tornado warning this morning just before dawn. There was no tornado--to the best of my knowledge, there has never been a tornado in SF's history. But it was windy as fuck and some folks got a little freaked out and maybe a little trigger happy with the safety alerts.

The thing is though, I get it. I have long believed that wind is the weirdest thing on Earth. My husband is science-y so I started his morning by making him explain to me what causes wind. It was not a good faith question--I just wanted to rant about wind. But he gamely said some stuff about atmospheric pressure differentials.

Which ultimately means that something about the temperature can move my hair, and that just doesn't sit right with me. The idea that the temperature can move things is a little freaky. But more than that--the wind is invisible. Invisible! And it can pick up a house. It's wildly powerful, and dangerous, no, seriously, think about it: INVISIBLE.

That's genuine horror movie stuff, but everyone is all "oh yeah, the invisible death force blew up another small midwestern town, whatever." But I always found it unnerving, in the way that I find a lot of nature unnerving TBH. And listen I didn't call this blog impotent rage for nothing, and I absolutely know the meaning of quixotic, but I'm not wrong about this. The wind is fucking terrifying.