I pick up without a care, then swirl around here and there. My dance is not for eyes to see, but spirit links you to me. Why I come or where I go is not for any one to know. For I'm never still, and I'll not settle; when howling by, you'll heat a kettle. One big breath that surrounds the crowd, at times I'm soft, and then I'm loud. I love to play! I'll tousle your hair, but when I'm fierce, you must beware.
What am I?
I gave you a clue!
Stop by to visit our friends hosting us on the book block today! Lots of surprises, so fear not the unexpected!
Monday, December 7
