Cold

As the wind purposely strides...

Feels good and cold
as the wind purposely strides
the rush I feel is so much mine

My blood is pumping
my hair
it stands on end
my skin
crawls with excitement
I guess
the air is light and stressed
the journey I take
from one place to another
transports my being
out of sight

My directional sense I cannot find
I somehow feel lost
yet here I still stand.