Dang wind.

Some pictures of my neighborhood in the US. Photos by Karen and her snazzy new phone. I hate wind.

When I was in high school my dad was teaching me to drive. We went to a deserted parking lot and when I opened the door  some papers flew out. I ran to get them, but the force of my run plus the raging wind picked me straight up off the ground and blew me over. You might be laughing, but I was really shaken! Forces of nature are scary.

My hands ended up like this:

All the squiggles are blood and scratches from the rocky street.

I hate wind.

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4 responses to “Dang wind.

  1. That picture is very evocative. And yes, I mean the one of your hands.

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