A Bitter Taste of Wind

Ugh! Blech! My tongue was sticking out into thin air, and the first thing I caught was a gust of dusty breeze. Yuck! Then... click. My right elbow actually rotated. I squeezed my rigid fingers together and stomped my foot onto the coarse asphalt. Crunch! It was hard, gravelly, and entirely real. I stepped backward away from the shadow of the massive dark vehicle beside me, standing tall on my own two plastic feet under the open sky.