My back was cold, and a cool draft blew in from the window, making the curtain billow lazily.
A fugitive draft blew from time to time across my desk and stirred the pages of the dictionary by my left hand.
In one, retired cotton worker Erleen Smith, 80, huddled on a folding chair by a space heater as a frigid draft blew through her ill-fitting door on a recent afternoon.
Dressed in her orchid pink bathrobe and blue velour slippers, Edouardine Boucher perched on her bed at Notre Dame Hospital here on Friday and recounted the story of her night: electric doors constantly opening and closing by her feet, cold drafts blowing across her head each time an ambulance arrived in the subzero weather, and a drug addict who started shouting at 2 30 a.m., "Untie me, untie me".
Rural peace, the silence of woods, the sway and flicker of kerosene light as drafts blew on the flaming wick and lamps were carried from room to room — these were his elements, not city bustle.
The chilly draft of the draft board blew our class, little by little, to the extreme corners of the earth, and nothing ever put it together again.
The draft rule blows this expectation out of the water and greatly expands the reach of this United States law into many other jurisdictions.
But it also let Russians gauge attitudes towards their country – and the cold draft that blew in from the west was sobering.
Long-suffering Demons fans were two weeks away from the debut of highly touted teenager Christian Petracca, until the number two draft pick blew out his ACL, joining the high-flying Jeremy Howe on the sidelines.
Yet this time next year, after another draft of blown quarterback evaluations, he'll be everywhere, still somehow relevant as ever, as we all sit on our couches – same as Simms, Tebow and Manziel – watching him be wrong all over again.
