February 28, 2021•112 words
The wind carries me forward.
Cleans the air, cleans the mind.
I like vast, open, windy spaces. Mountains, valleys. They give me a sense of conjunction. Congruence. These spaces provoke; they show the vastness, the potential, the dangers.
The wind can be dangerous. It can wipe us out. Every force can destroy. No force is worse than dangerous force.
We've learnt how to harness the force. How to draw power from it. Without obstructing, without destroying, living in symbiosis. That makes me proud.
Windy days is when I charge, like a wind turbine. Then that energy stays with me for windless days, which have always been harder.
The wind of change.