To understand wind, you become the wind. Imagine a ribbon, and now see how it dances, always longing for the sky, yet tethered to the earth. Feel the thin edge of the breeze as it whispers secrets in an obscure tongue. Understand this: the breath of the world expands around you, and you are not outside of it, you are within.
Listen. Listen closely. The pattern reveals itself only in silence. To step, to step lightly, is to hear the soft calls of ancient wanderers skirt past your ear. Do not rush. The wind takes no form but that which it is destined to fill.
Repeat. Listen. Feel the invisible strokes upon your skin, for they call something deeper home to you. In their repetition, you find a serene pause, a moment where the world ceases its frenetic spin.
Remember, in every step, in every breath, you carry with you fragments of wind, invisible mementos of a movement perpetual.