ask it not to blow. “brother wind,” i said… and in mid-sentence, i realized that, cold or not, the wind blowing in my face felt just wonderful, just like everything else around me. sharp and cold and wonderful. magnificent! and instead of asking it to stop, i said, “…hello. just, hello. how are you? boy, you’re really in fine form tonight!” no favors needed, no requests to make, i was just saying hello, i appreciate you.
and i felt the wind smile at me! contact at last! 