Bluster
A howling wind continues to delay me, and it looks like I will brave the elements for the night in the parking lot of the library in the portal of Nowheresville - Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Maybe it's because the library is only half full of books, maybe it's because there is no visible evidence of a snowplow's existence within city limits. Whatever the cause, I feel like the wind blows here all the time, free without the normal resistance of civilization.
Cross your fingers, put your hat on backwards, hop on your left foot three times. Good, now the wind gypsies will be satisfied with your offering, and I will continue unabated tomorrow.
posted by Nate C @ 6:09 PM
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