We sat there obliviously, unaffected to move in the glee of our curiosity.
What helps us not break but bend and sway?
Some might say do as the willow does.
Sitting below, I am witness to one that has figured out the wind. They have figured out how to dance in the wind, matching it's passionate fury step for step, using it's rage to aloft itself: the hawk. So I wonder...
How does the hawk maintain it's dizzying heights in the mad wind
Hanging on hover in the sky like a declaration of defiance, right in plain view.
It does this, by using the wind's every breath and turn like a tool.
Like a mould designed to guide that which it desires right where the user wants.
Some might say, go peacefully, be patient for what you want and it will come.
Maybe. For on some quiet and peaceful days we can. But not today.
Go and do the same.