Carried by the wind

I received call in school saying my grandmother had a seizure and I should go see her. My bike ride home seemed particularly vertical until the wind began to lift me up the hill. Whenever I came to a new incline, there would be a new gust of wind at my tail, making sure my weary mind and body got to my grandmother sooner.

How can we be gusts of wind, lifting each other up vertical climbs?

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