Where the wind blows

Sometimes we go where the wind blows and sometimes we stand in defiance of it.

A sailboat riding the choppy waters of White Rock Lake (20080628_08264)

I’m too tired, too angry, too beleaguered to have much thought at the moment.  Like the people in that sailboat, right now I’m at the mercy of my own tumultuous winds.

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