The wind. It played games with me. Swaying maliciously from all different directions, tousling my short hair ever so slightly as it went, but tangling my robes in every which way. I felt like a ghost. I looked like a ghost. A very dark ghost with my black clothing flying around me. The biting air, sending shivers down my neck and raising the hairs on my body, froze me into place. Not allowing me to move. Not at all.