WIND

God, I love the wind! It makes me feel all Pride-and-Prejudicey. When it's like this I just want to run through a cornfield wearing a cotton dress. Then, when I get to Netherfield, Mr Darcy can admire the brilliancy of my complexion.

There's also an enigmatic side to wind. While you're being blown about you look all deep and thoughtful, like. It gives one a contenplative, almost brooding air.

So, anyone up for some running about in a field? If so, do not hesitiate to contact me.