She walked along the stream,
not knowing which direction to go.
A man in ancient garb was carrying several boxes.
He’d dropped three while crossing the body of water.
Seeing that he was unable to pick them up,
she quickly ran over to help him.
Without saying a word,
the man starts to drift with the wind.
He weaves seamlessly, flawlessly into a graceful dance.
Then points to the direction the wind is blowing.
Now she is also drawn into a dance with the wind.