Sailing was wonderful. Cold. A little rainy. Beautiful. And windy....
Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.