The wind moves me

Standing still I feel the wind pass me by. It is the evidence of a world ever changing. It is constantly at work. Stagnate I stand watching its affects, the leaves it russells, the snow it swirls in glimmering pathways. I can stand so still and have no affect on the things around me. Still the change occurs. My immobile body only impedes the wind, forcing it to change its course, but it move on changed a little, but strengthened by its new pathway. I want to throw myself into that wind to become one with the change and power. I will not be that pillar standing in its way. I will ride the current that russels feathers and opens doors.