Air is the power of the sword, of intellect. The sword cuts away what does not belong; it destroys the extraneous. Cool logic, intellect, allow us to do so as well.
I do not connect well to air. I’m a fire/earth person; water and air elude me. The power of cutting away the extraneous is difficult for me to master. The wind is not something I like standing in; when it blows too hard I cannot breathe. (Weird, but true.)
I like gentle breezes. Horribly windy days are the worst sort of weather for me. Too loud, and things get moved around when they shouldn’t.