Wind in my Blood

There is a winter storm warning for today.
Wind.
Snow.
Possible blinding conditions later on.

I wanted to go running.


So...

When the sun came out for just a bit this morning,
In a burst of rashness,

I went.

The wind whipped.
Ripped.
Pushed.
Took my breath.

And I wrestled.
Willing my legs to move.
Fueled by anger.
Feeling my wildness come free.

The sun glittered off the river.
Giving the allusion of safety and calm.
The ducks swam peacefully.
Riding the waves with ease.

And all the while I ran.


I came home spent.
Bewildered.

My edges frayed.
My insides broken loose.

But.
More free.

The wind in my blood.