A Windy Day

Today I got the test back; an 82 on a class average of 77. I was a little disappointed, but on the whole it is an excellent grade. The curve at this institution is steep, you see. Class was cut short and I went outside to sit and eat my lunch apple. The wind was blowing strongly, mussing my otherwise meticulous hair. On the walk back to work little flowers blew off a tree and into my face. I saw a devil dancing in the leaves.

If it must be said, as it often is, that I am the earth, then let this be known:
I do not love those whose passions burn intemperately, who allow themselves to be consumed;
Nor do I love those who fall to earth and run ever downward to sulk in pools and rage in seas;
Those whose spirits soar freely, refusing all bonds, dancing like the wind, sampling of all the offerings of life: Them I love.