As I stepped outside today, a strong memory of my grandfather came over me. And I was grateful for this:

Whenever he would come in from the cold, especially on a snowy day, he would say, “I’m wind-whipped, I’m wind-whipped, do you hear me?”

His phrase was family legend. And I am sad that I had forgotten but glad it returned to me today. I myself feel wind-whipped. And, I hear you Grandpa Joe.