Today on the ferry, I went up to the top level and struggled against the wind. It buffeted my body, whipped my hair all about me in a wild frenzy.

I stopped struggling. At this, it took hold of me and embraced me. The more I leaned into it, the more it cradled me. I leaned forward into it, then backwards. Slowly, I walked backwards into it, leaning against it, letting it hold my weight. A feeling of euphoria overtook me. All that I knew was the wind. It was all that I could feel, all that mattered. The wind held me. It toyed with me, teased me, but also comforted me and followed through on all promise. It led me in an intimate dance, singularly brushing away all other thought.