striding down the beach the caressing wind
feels like an arm around my waist
with another across my shoulders propelling me
with little effort; then on the return it fiercely
pushes against me making every muscle work
pulling my skin taut, it irons out each wrinkle
just like the vagaries of life, easy when things
are smooth but resistant when strife looms
helping me appreciate the blessings even more
strengthening my character as I grow forward

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  1. You’ve captured it perfectly. I used to think of the wind as friend and foe when I was running. Strangely enough I preferred the head wind. 😁

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