There are times when the wind from the ocean is malicious, yet on this day he noticed the wind was carrying a particulate peace from the depths,
moving beyond the weight and heaviness below the surface, instead moving determined, up and over,
towards the shore, and through the pines trees, winnowing. Finally swirling around his face, around his being,
whispering words, that lifted his spirit in an unknown language, sort of like music. So in a deep breath, he let it all go…..
How is it that the wind seeks us, until we are encouraged?
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