while listening to carrie underwood's "what can i say"

Wind gathers speed and careens through the canyon,
Whips my hair and plasters it on my sticky, sweaty face,
Wildly slaps my cheeks and pulls me to the right.
While I finger the buttons on my iPod
We don't talk, don't acknowledge one another's presence.
Walk slowly. Wait for the right moment to say the right thing.
Wind gathers speed.