When it blows from the north it whips through the canyons shaped by the office buildings that line 17th Street creating a Venturi Effect that whips my skirt and turns my umbrella inside-out. I call it “that damn north wind”.
After I saw Paint your Wagon, I called the wind “Maria” for a while and drove Mama just about crazy singing the song over and over.
I always worry about downdrafts. Don’t like them. I worry about them when I am taking off and landing and they are a real nuisance when I try to light a fire in a fireplace with a cold chimney.
Is there such a thing as an “updraft”?
Some of my favorite names for wind….
Cat’s Paw is a tiny wind that touches the surface of the water as gently as a kitten. I feel it on my face before I see it on the creek.
Mistral is a French wind – cold and dry like wine. I love that word. It is also one of my favorite typefaces.
Gale My Uncle Bill called me Brenda “Gale” and made a whooshing sound and laughed whenever I rode by on my bike. I wished my middle name hadn’t been spelled “Gail”.
Chinook is a western wind, of course, and I’m an eastern girl. It’s a word I only think of when I am in British Columbia. I like the word. I also like “Squamish”.
When I am in California I call the wind “Santa Ana”.
Squall reminds me of my grandmother. “Be careful Brenda Gail…looks like there’s a squall coming up.”
Sometimes I wish were the wind transparent and invisible. Just passing through.