Finn said, You feel the wind is a bully, beating you. But that is your seeing. That is your story, not the winds. To a bird who rides it, that wind is only a kind hand. Because the bird rides the winds power. Do you understand? Clare, bitter, cold, and wind-battered, frowned stubbornly. But a bird can fly. I cant fly. He turned to look at her, and his face was troubled. If you cling to the safety of the rock, indeed you cant. To fly, you open your arms and fall, heart first, trusting the wind to bear you up. Thats what the birds do.
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Katherine Catmull, The Radiant Road.