A short walk in the sun

as I left the blue door behind the wind slapped my face gently and almost forced me to run back inside. but as I turned the sun-beams read my mind and dragged me out of the alley. and although the sloppy snow reached my knees, the sun was in quite the superior mood. she kicked the mushy white devil way into next week. so I left the alley smiling stupidly and I do believe the proud sun planted one on its own glowing face as well.