Free Spirit

This sight makes me happy when I look at the mirror of my truck.  Not, the sun setting into the mountains (although, I love that too) but the little hand that still enjoys the simple pleasures of life.  I used to love sticking my arm out the window of the car while my dad drove and weave my hand through the passing wind.  I loved the lack of control my hand had as it moved about naturally.  I haven't done that in so long...why?  I'm sure the sensation is the same as it was then, am I bothered by the wind messing up my hair?  Maybe I just forgot how to be a free spirit, I need to work on that...