the wind sits as still as we do
catching up with uncertainty
and old friends
the wind picks back up
just the same as us
We must never forget the joy of doing something slow and something difficult, the satisfaction of not doing what is easiest. The constellation of inconvenient choices may be all that stands between us and a life of total, efficient conformity.
Look at the stars and whisper a good wish or a secret to them.
Someone in the future might be receiving it.