It is a very, very windy day here in Omaha, the proof of which came most forcefully to me when I exited the coffee shop this morning.
No, I won't go into detail about the adventure I experienced but I'll give you a hint -- it took me back to the first essay I ever read of G.K. Chesterton's, "On Running After One's Hat."
That essay, by the way, was the beginning of what would become a profound and thoroughly enjoyable admiration for the great writer that's lasted for 42 years and counting.
Interested in checking out that essay for yourself? You can do so right here.