Boreas
Today was a windswept day, the first real blustery day approaching fall. When I walked to and from classes, my hair was snatched away and tangled back round about me. Tonight as I walked back from dinner, I looked out over the grassy, rippled land, saw the grey clouds swirled overhead, and felt the breeze tug at me. I thought: I wish I had my horse.
I was greatly tempted to run on my twice-sprained ankle.
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