Nature's contempt for man. Or, Why I love the web.

My face felt fine at first, my chin tucked into the collar of my jacket, and my hat pulled low over my eyebrows. A constant wind from my left was taunting me the entire time. I refused to let it know that I noticed its presence. Looking straight ahead, not flinching one way or the other. A look to the left, and it would know I was searching for a sign that it would relent. A look to the right, and it would know that I was trying to hide from its stinging jab. I took a militaristic approach to waiting the wind out; straight ahead, eyes on the target, blocking all outside influences.
As time dragged on, the wind became more persistent. A light snow began to fall, further proving Nature's contempt for man today. The wind found ways beneath my defenses; the holes between the zipper's teeth and the gaps between the jacket's hem and my legs. It swirled up into my jacket, taking heat from my body and gently warming itself next to my skin. Others around me were defeated and left their desires unfulfilled. Still I waited.
Finally, the call came from within the weary, white truck. My time had come, my etched, pale hand reached into my pocket to remove what little money I had. The bills had become intertwined with my keys, the numbness in my fingers making it all the more difficult to remove them. I reached out, dropping the money into the woman's hand. She handed me my prize, wrapped in a white plastic bag.
I turned to leave, my back to my enemy, defiant. The wind, sensing that it had been beaten back during this skirmish swung around the building in haste, leaving the alley in a vacuum. The small flurries swirled upward bereft of gravity. The steps came easily to me, striding forward towards the open pass at the top of the alley. That is when the wind would strike. It had shifted and was driving the snow across the mouth of the alley in a horizontal assault on my weakened left side.
But, now my mission would allow me to turn and face the enemy head-on. I trudged into the brunt of the wind and snow, ducking my head below the crystalline barrage. Across the open streets and lots, spent flurries dancing at my feet. Until finally, the door to warmth was reached. Keys in hand, I was feeling the warmth before I even stepped inside.

I guess this a really bad way to describe my 10 minutes outside to get a bowl of wonton soup and a couple of egg rolls. God I love the web.