My favorite kind of human

This is weird but for some people some very rare strange type of folk. You can smell the wind in there clothes. That's how you know they were meant to go places, extraordinary places. Heartache and laughter sometimes their only companions. 
They have minds that are everywhere and nowhere. They are wispy wayward spirits with a soul that knows what it needs to know and goes where it has to go. They have mouths that were made to billow and bluster with words so powerful whether written on paper or said aloud that tornados and hurricanes are almost always at their backs. 
This rare breed of human more often than not raise themselves. They can look out into the world and see all the filth and rot, but also see the entirety of its beauty...of its everlasting majesty. The mystery, the intrigue, the search for purpose, the adventure...It's a wonderful horrible world out there, and they see so much of its undertones. They are forever students but also in a way their own teachers. They are forever strangers even to the closest of friends and family, because how could anyone truly claim to know the wind anyway