Windy
The wind last night was pretty nuts. I was riding my bike down a hill, and when I stopped pedalling, I started drifting sideways. And I wasn't rolling down at all fast, I had to pedal to go down. Strong wind makes me want to say poetic things about it, but I kind of get stuck at... Ooh, windy. I love wind and rain and storms involving both. If they are not too destructive. I reckon instead of saying "Voy a volverme como el fuego" (I will return like the fire) she should have said "Voy a volverme como el viento" (Viento is wind). Maybe.