The wind is blowing something fierce in Seattle this morning. When I first woke up, the words "imposssible wind" came to mind, but when I stepped outside and experienced its soft warmth, I ditched the impossible from its title. How can you experience the wind visually? By looking at the uniform waves it makes in the puddles. By watching it dance with my baby-dog's floofy tail. By taking a moment to notice the blades of grass that have managed to grow somewhere sheltered and compare the morning they are having to those without the luxury of a wind-break.