It was some kind of windy today in Vancouver. I'm tempted to follow up yesterday's prompt with 'blown away'.
Ah, screw it - I'm not feeling very imaginative at the moment, so we're using it.
Riding a bike uphill on weary legs is one thing,
Doing so straight into the wind is quite another;
Gasping for air while abandoned plastic bags take wing,
Wishing my progress could be like those soaring others.
I will not stop and walk, though my legs beg for respite -
I am far too stubborn to suffer such public shame;
Though every breath is one step closer to the light,
This bike, this hill, this wind, and this life I will tame.