I have a symbiotic relationship with the wind. It is something of
of a mystical connection and I can't quite fully explain it, but
basically, I've always sensed that a force much greater than
myself or even nature resides within its invisible essence.
I'll probably never lose that childlike wonder and amazement of
the wind. Even if it's not true, the sense of hope and joy that I've
already gained from its presence is enough to last me a lifetime.
Even if it's all a sham - the hope and endurance that I have
experienced in its flow is something that can't be weighed - for
like the wind, its worth is weightless and definitive only through
that of the alchemical.
Blow on, Wind.
