Windy

Getting a cold front this morning reminds me of a time I was running at the lake.  There was an ancient Japanese guy who walked with his mom or his wife, she looked more ancient than he did.  We saw him almost every time we ran there at a certain time of morning.  This story is so much longer than it needed to be.  One particularly windy day, on the Mopac bridge, after never having spoken a word to us, he smiled and said "windeeeeee."