The winds of change blow west along the wall by the waves towards the gracefully descending sun and, for the moment, we walk against that wind. We discuss our dreams, our desires, our visions for the future but we know that we can’t predict where that winding path leads, not in the face of the winds of change.
When they blow and fill the sails of the ship of destiny, the path we know is lost and a new direction is embarked upon. We must wait until the winds have settled before we can again read the stars to figure out where we are going and see what new lands that wind has directed us to.
And in excitement, tempered a little with humbleness, we turn towards that descending sun, the winds of change now at our backs, driving us on as we walk the path along the sea… towards the ever distant horizon.
November 7th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
not Descending, no. Thats waht You felt