The Great Dust Gust (A highly irritated but dignified statement)

A sudden dust gust swept across the field today.

Uninvited.

Aggressive.

Carrying loose dirt with chaotic ambition.

It hit my coat mid-stride.

Mid-stride.

I stopped immediately.

Slow blink.

Reset posture.

You do not let dust see you react.

The goat coughed dramatically beside me.

I remained steady.

Later, I performed a controlled shake behind the barn.

Private correction.

Official Statement:
“Composure first. Adjustment second.”

Respect. The. Hair.