The wind is mighty and relentless. Why can’t we hold onto it? Why won’t it share its power? We turn our backs on the wind. If it won’t stay with us, we don’t want it here at all. We grab paddles, racquets, and oars, swinging at the wind. It’s still coming; it pays us no attention.

Come with me, let’s go get the wind.

You see the way it blows outside, right? I need that strength and energy. Let’s get it.

The wind’s full force catches us when we open the door. Our hair is everywhere. We see the bent trees and the froth on the river. But even if I squint and look from every angle, I can’t see the wind itself.

Let’s run.

We follow the wind, moving as fast as we can as the wind drives us eastward. If we play nice, maybe we’ll see where it lives. We run and run some more. Doesn’t the wind need to catch its breath?

It’s no use; the wind keeps blowing but we’re beat. Does the wind have a destination? A finish line? Where does it rest? And when?

Let’s trap the wind. We try a net, a balloon, a grocery bag, but we can’t finish the job. We hold

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