i step outside the door. the wind blows cold
against my bare arms. from indoors, all seemed
grey and cloudy, but now i see the wind
blowing clouds across the sun, bright flashes
of light across the grass. the trees lining
the road sway in the wind. a bird of prey
wheels overhead, delighting in the strength
and power of the wind. i stretch; cold air
fills my lungs. the wind tries to push me back,
but i revel in the challenge, pressing forward.
Velella 