Wind is no different from the portion of air you direct with a fan, your purpose is there in the air. Wind moves like breath, sometimes speaking praise, sometimes satire. A breath-wind lives in you, so that you may know other winds: kindness in spring, winter cruelty; at harvest the wind does winnowing. Ships under sail pray for it. Wind of toothache, push of childbirth, victory… Wind is the motion of creation, body moved by spirit.
 So… after a long absence, the lover moves to the beloved, reaching to hold and kiss her.
 “More courtesy, please!” she says.
 “But no one is here, only the light wind. You and I are alone, and I am so thirsty!”
 “Don’t talk this foolishness. If a wind moves, there must be presence coming through.”
 The lover replies, “I may be foolish with this reaching for you, but at least I’m not standoffish.”
 Rumi & Coleman B. from “Soul of Rumi”