Have you ever noticed that breezes never come with an instruction manual? Much like Annie's infamous dance routine, the wind tends to improvise and then leaves chaos in its gusty wake.
I once tried to capture a whispered breeze in a jar. Little did I know, I invited an unexpected duet of angry hornets. They must have been on their way to a Bea-thoven concert. If only I'd thought to ask them how to effectively navigate a mild turbulence.
The weather app said: "Light winds, 5-10 mph." In sketch comedy terms, that's like saying, "He's just a little dead," at a magician's poorly executed escape act. The wind, it turns out, is capable of comedy, tragedy, and everything in-between.