Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Wind

Swirling air.

It tosses around, circling the atmosphere--bringing a chill across my cheek.

The coolness repeatedly washes over me.

I want to dance.

to jump.

to shout.

to raise my arms up into the sky.

to keep spinning as long as this thrill continues.

Let's go.

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