Flight

I watched a seagull fighting the wind. With his wings spread he was unable to fly. The crosswinds forced him into a stall until the wind took a breath and he flew higher.

Two miles away from this rocky point the winds gently swayed grass, but here the wind gathered itself and asserted a dominance. 

We stood on the rocks and decided not to walk any further.  Sometimes it's enough to recognize the beauty inherent in a place even when it forces a change in plans.