The Wind

As we trace the shore of a vast, brackish lake, we find a sailboat laid upon the stones. It seems, against all odds, operable. Pushing the vessel out into the water, we attempt to ford the lake in half time.

We are out of luck. No matter which way we tack, the wind changes with us, intent on keeping our feeble ship at bay. Some of us swear they see faces in the shifting clouds ahead, glowering at us. Others dismiss it as a trick of the eye. Whatever the case, one thing is clear: this wind blows against us.