Billowing clouds and boisterous winds greeted us as me made our way to our prearranged meeting spot. And while the temperature was warm, the wind was not, playing at our jackets with nasty catcalls. The battle lines drawn, we stood our ground, at times more solidly than others.
Wavering from violent gusts made us check our watches. The time was approaching, but would it come soon enough? Could we withstand our foe a little longer, or would deliverance be forever too late? Determined, we watched and waited, waited and watched. At long last in the distance we could see it coming, nearer and nearer. Finally, relief as my son was swallowed by the warmth of the school bus.
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