Standing on the Wind

Standing on the wind,
I hold on, as before;
losing hat, losing scarf,
but facing forward,
once more. 
Standing on the wind, 
I weep at the chill,
yet my eyes open wide
o'er plunging valley;
steep hill. 
Standing on the wind,
I flinch; skin burns
with the cold heat of flight: 
flesh endures; soul learns.