Wind

Between Orisson and Roncesvalles

Between Orisson and Roncesvalles, the wind blew. The vigor with which warm and cool air collided makes me think wind is not the right word. Or if it is the correct word to describe the vigorous dance of molecules, I have been using the word incorrectly my  whole life. The climb up the Pyrenees might have been easier if we were pushing a corpse.

--Harmony