The Wind

The wind is a taunting vixen. It will never be exactly as you expect, changing its direction at whim. When it is to your back it will carry you along in its arms as if you were its child being whisked away from harm but when it is against you it will make you suffer and curse as it lets up teasingly and then dashes you, shaking your wheel as if to say, "Meer human, I am a far greater force to recon with than your small egotistical mind can make of me."