"There is nothing quite like standing in the face of the wind to blow away the cobwebs of past worries.
Soon, the last trace of summer season will have departed, to be slowly replaced by the lifting air of autumn intoxication, with wild winds scattering fallen leaves like hands of nature upon the ground, that rustle lightly in soft applause beneath fine foot and squelch in childlike delight on muddy ground when trampled on.
Only gusting winds on high cliff tops reveal the closeness between the earth beneath and the sky above; between this life and the next. A leap of faith is all that awaits us, to find the purpose of our existence.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind." William Forde: August 29th, 2016.