Like a Genie sprung from it\'s bottle the whirling winds
erupt and descend upon me. Cold and punishing
battering my cardboard sleeping quarters. Nighttime
canopy of stars provided no solace or comfort.
Tussling, turning , fighting the airborne elements
seemingly for hours. Not any reprieve in sight for
this is my life. Morning light eventually appears
and that crazy wind lessens it\'s aggression.
I rise up , gather myself and begin another
day of survival.