The sun is warm on my neck. The wind is still chilly, coming down from mountain tops still covered in snow. The smell of dry earth is like a parched well, longing for rain. It’s a strange combination. When the wind dies down, the sun stings the back of my neck. When the wind picks up, it steals moisture from my skin and I feel thirsty. None of it is particularly pleasant on its own but when they balance out each other perfectly, just for a moment, I feel happy.

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