dancing with the wind

the gust came from the northeast, permeating his coat and layers of clothing underneath, sending a chill down his whole body.

he mumbled a curse under his breath, hoping to chase the arctic wind away. he could feel his ears burn, defenseless against the swirling wind. shrugging his shoulders, he tried in vain to bury more of his face inside his coat, knowing that it wouldn't do much good, even if he could.

it's a good thing i parked closer today, he thought to himself. normally, it'd be a 3 minute walk, but today, it's right around the corner. hoping to get to the car faster, he sped up his footsteps, trying to get out of this frigid weather as soon as possible.

he juggled the car keys in his pocket, read to unlock the car doors so that he wouldn't need to break his stride when he got to the car. ah, there she is. one click, and he could see the light inside the car turn on gradually, signifying that the driver side door was now unlocked.

his almost frozen fingers is now gripping the driver side door handle, pulling the door open. it opens up, and he starts to get in. the right leg is almost in the door when the left sole of his shoe finds a spot of black ice and slips.

he flops to the ground after hitting the frame of the car with the back of his head. his eyes are closed. he's not moving. the door's still slightly ajar, dancing with the wind.