Stop in for a cup of coffee

The wind just started gusting out of the northwest here.
My dog used to love running into the wind as we would walk west.
I always imagined these winds carried the scents of the arctic, bits of snowy plains and mountains of Northwest Canada, Alaska, Siberia...
It carried the call of her ancenstral home.
And it was like she could go forever into the wind.
Maybe now she can.