dust devil

I was riding my bicycle wearing my favorite hat, a blue wool fedora that would be hard to replace, when a big Dust Devil snuck up on me. I forlornly watched my hat whip around a hundred foot circle at about forty miles an hour. It was a strange and amazing sight. But it being my favorite hat, I zigged and zagged in a broken-field run to catch the dancing dust devil. I finally caught up with it, and plowed in, hoping to catch my hat as it whirled around - but forgetting I was in the desert - so I got sandblasted and stumbled out choking. So much for that plan. So I chased the dancing dust devil until it passed a bush and snagged my hat. The dust devil danced away, no doubt laughing at me. I don't care what anyone says - those damn things are alive ;')

I still have sand in my hair.