Always more down than up, but sometimes up nonetheless.

Slowing down, I was able to feel the wind as it was, dynamic and multi-faceted, rather than as another passing horror whipping past me on my inevitable decline.

The wind was gentle in places, the wind had a rhythm, fast and slow.

I leaned into it, and I glided upwards. Up, and down. I smiled.

Always more down than up, but sometimes up nonetheless.

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