Where the wind blows

In this little corner of South West Wales, after the rain comes the wind.

And wind is extraordinary.

You can only see it by its impact, the way it changes whatever is in its path.

How the still body of water becomes a turbulent landscape.

Or the way normally sedate and stately trees dance in abandon.

And how it can take all your effort to simply stand upright and not be pushed aside, like an empty crisp packet.

Yet wind is also a metaphor for life and the flow of our lives.

So I wonder how often we fight to stand still when we could be lifting our sails and yielding to joy.

~ Not quite mountainous waves, but you get the picture, as wind is almost impossible to photograph.