It was a long a cold day. Lingering winds loudly paraded. My thick jacket could only take so much. Face became a brittle battles field, dried and lumpy. It pushed, I pushed back. It shoved me and I almost fell. The wind laughed in pleasure. I somehow survived the onslaught, neared a modern wooden door that lead to my world... The metal knob was turned, slowly in relief. A sigh and push, successfully reached the base.