Where the Wind Blows

It was a still night with barely the breeze to bellow a sail. A stranded girl peered into the water for clarity. Surely the Sea, in its infinity, could offer her insight. So she waited...

and waited...

and learned nothing.

Just as she grew tired of seeking an answer, she realized that the Sea had indeed spoken: "Stop waiting."

Maybe we need to stop waiting. 

Maybe we need to create the wind ourselves.