The cool wind cut through my clothing, piercing my delicate skin and the papers in my hand fought to stay within my grasp.  The words that escaped my mouth were immediately swept up, leaving me wondering if I spoke them or if the they were merely thoughts.  My long dark hair kept smacking my face with a vengeance and my footing became weak and unsteady.  I fought this invisible force of wind until finally I reached the decrepit, white door of my cheap apartment.  There, with the door finally opened, the still interior air swallowed me into its impersonal safety.