there is suddenly a lot of wind where i am wind that seems to have come from somewhere else from a cliff in Arezzo at dusk that i stepped to the edge of and was almost swept off by wind from a field in county Clare where it all but lifted me off a horses back from home late spring or early fall when wind urging the season forward flattens a beachwalking human to the sand as easily as it does dune grass and i remembered last night trudging home at 3 am from 18 hours of sedentary studying angled against this element that so rarely graces new hampshire how much i sometimes need to be buffeted