He sat on the mast, with tired seabirds parked beside him, and the hunting wind blew away the ends of his hair.
The moment the next strong wind hit, the white bird rose up in the wind. He also fell backwards, hooked his legs on the mast, and pressed his back against the fluttering white sail, floating with the wind. The world in front of you changes with a unique frequency. This is the feeling of wind...