Wind blows forcefully when I see a typhoon, or does she just flowing nearly still? Both may sound so paradox, but sure it is depend in our perception, or do we really need to perceive that moment at all?
I wish never challenge the winds, they one of most beautiful formless living form above this fragile earth. Their beauty always give something precious that we never imagine before. The gift may life as unpredictable as death, but only the weak then shows fear of this soft rhythms of air.
I do love to challenge the wind, but most lovely part play with them, just then nothing left but I am the wind which plays freely beyond the spaces and time.